Pharon was walking by his mother's sitting room when he heard her shriek. Rushing into the room, he met his father's cold gaze and saw his mother's crumpled posture. Pharon's face paled as he wondered if his father had finally gotten tired of her and her numerous affairs.
"Mother," Pharon began. He'd offer what comfort he could, regardless of his father's displeasure.
"Your mother needs a few minutes to collect herself." His father answered calmly. "She has just learned her schemes have led to the death of her cousin."
Pharon blinked as his mother straightened with a bloodthirsty scowl.
"It was her! That damned Cow!" She cried.
The King lifted an eyebrow and shrugged.
Coldly, he said, "So what if it was?"
The Queen screeched, "I want her dead! She murdered my cousin."
"No," The King said sharply. "I told you to leave her be. What part of that was unclear?"
"She is a murder-"
