“What the hell are you guys doing?” Azrael asked the first thing when she saw Victoria sitting on the throne.
“Grandma Azrael, please help me. I can’t get up from here.” Victoria exclaimed, making Azrael roll her eyes at her granddaughter.
“That I can clearly see, my naughty sweetheart. But my question is, why you sat on it in the first place?” Azrael said before stepping up the stairs.
“It’s not her fault. It’s my fault, Grandma. We were ...umm… being a bit romantic, and I got carried away in the flow, forgetting that we were on the throne seat and that placing her there can be a disaster. However, I am confused as to why she is even allowed to sit on it in the first place, not to mention that she is now glued to it.” Alexander asked, confused.
