" Your majesty, you…" Duke Cilantro looked at the maid whose silvery hair was fluttering in the soft wind that was blowing past them from the doors of the ballroom that was left open by the guards. How long? How long was the Queen waging a war against him? Was she against him the second she stepped into his territory?
" This is unfair!" One of the nobles burst out after his nerves were pushed to the edge as he looked at Bree with his eyes popping out of their sockets. " Your majesty, you..you deliberately went against us and hid everything when you wanted to kill us from the very beginning! You have made a joke out of us!"
