You're just dreading how to reclaim the company's attentions when Queen Hero smooths her gown and rings a silver bell set by her table-setting.
"Ho there, fool," she calls out. She gestures for you to come closer.
"Newly thus at liberty," she says, indicating the empty thrones around her, "I wonder, would thou be so good 's to fill my time? The company at large will not object, I trust…?"
This last is directed specifically at Lord Bisqueath. The nobleman tightens his lips and grips the chain around his neck with both hands, but bows his head immediately. "Of course, Your Majesty—as you desire," he says.
You practically skip your way closer to the dais, filled with relief at being lifted from Bisqueath's direction. You take a close look at Queen Hero's face as you draw near, and can't quite make out anything beneath the polite blandness of her regal countenance…but reading people has never been one of your greatest strengths.
Whatever her intent, the effect was to save you from a situation that was going nowhere pleasant. You decide you owe her a debt of gratitude.
Afore the Queen