'Your name is Maria right. Maria Brown Williams?' the Queen Mother's asked not even sparing a glance at me. the sound of her fork as it continuously hit a glass plate was honestly irritating. I knew what you were trying to do. intimidate me. show me that I wasn't of her class. because having me stand in front of her while she ate was a sign of dismissal to stop I know that whatever she wanted to do here, it wasn't going to be good. I could tell that lot. that she wanted to one me and tell me that just because her son had invited me to attend and participate in the Royal Hunt, that didn't mean that I should think of myself as royalty.
' yes, Queen Mother. that's right.' I respond Making sure that I do not seem cocky but still maintain a touch of confidence.
' do you understand what the hunt is about Maria?'
