I stayed cooped up in the corner I managed to find. I dared not come out. I listened intently as the next words were exchanged between the two parties.
"You are the first concubine. That thing is your child. That makes him a prince. Whether he's accepted by the masses or not, he's still a prince."
Mother gracefully inched closer to the throne of the queen. Her posture is graceful; the ornaments that decorate her pretty face, slender figure, and attractive eyes highlight her charms.
She was beautiful...while I was hideous. She must have hated me to the core, enough to attempt to kill me while making this act look righteous in front of everyone.
