"Why are you insisting to stay here? You do know the king doesn't want you any longer? Take your son and leave. You are someone he doesn't even look at," Cinderella mocked me as I stepped inside the throne room which I did not know was occupied by her.
She was seated on the throne. My throne, the one reserved for the queen. And I can say it fits her perfectly well. Her beauty radiates more as she sat there with her royal robes on.
"Really? Who permitted you to decide who stays in my palace?" The voice was low but everyone in the hall trembled on their knees.
"Who gave you the right to make anyone leave?" The king overheard us it seems, and by his voice, he is not very pleased.
"I'm sorry my king. I have overstepped. I... I just wanted her to stop causing problems," Cinderella's voice was still proud knowing the king will back her after he hears what she has to say.
"And how is she causing problems? Tell me," in his voice was vice, or maybe I just wish for it to be so.
