"HOW DARE YOU? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET THE ARISTOCRATS ON YOUR SIDE! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE NICE TO BENEDICTA! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT HAS COME OVER YOU?" She shrieked. Although she was tempted to hit him again, she didn't.
"What is wrong with me?" Ivan asked with a dry chuckle.
"LUCIANA IS OUT THERE!" He pointed in the direction of the palace gate.
"And so what? What business of yours is that?" The Queen asked, struggling to control her temper.
"She is my wife and she is out there with Harold! It's going to get dark soon and I have no idea where she is or what Harold has done with her—"
"COME TO YOUR SENSES!" She yelled in frustration, shutting him up.
She was beginning to lose patience with her stupid, incompetent son, who only knew how to stir trouble. If only he was half the man Harold was, things wouldn't have been this way.
