" uhm Dior ( he spluttered visibly shaking in fright ) I didn't know you where coming " he chuckled cowardly, bending to pick up the crown, and placed it back on the throne. Queen Dior watched him, like someone looking at a statue with an obvious irritation.
She began to slowly walk into the room, she stopped few distance from Uncle Francis, " Well it is not my fault that you didn't know I was coming ( she stressed using her index and Middle finger to emphasize a quotation ) this is my husband's chambers, and by extension mine! I choose to come in how ever and when ever I choose. You are the one that I should be actually asking what you're doing here, because this is not your domain. " Queen Dior interoggated fearlessly.
