"Keep your empty threats boy," Margaret replied, continuing to eat the well-baked bread.
Fraser glared at Margaret who never feared his words. She was old and at the end of her life, but she should still fear someone taking her life. "You always forget that you are no longer queen and there is respect owed to me as king."
"Respect is earned," Margaret answered. "You are hardly a king. It is more than just sitting on a throne and wearing a crown. I've yet to see you be a king to be given respect."
"I don't care about earning respect. As long as the crown is on my head, I am owed respect!" Fraser argued. It didn't matter if you liked him or not.
Margaret remained calm in the midst of Fraser's temper tantrum. "As a former queen, I am allowed to be harsh and judge what I see in you. You must remember that the crown can easily be taken off your head."
"Is that a threat?" Fraser spoke softly, ready to call for his guards.
