"I am not going alone," I said, turning towards her with a stern expression. "I am taking my army with me, comprised of minions who follow my orders without questioning every decision I make. I need soldiers, not people who will question every move I make. As a king, I have the power to do whatever I want, however I want."
I could see that she was feeling very upset, maybe even on the verge of tears, but I didn't care. I was determined to assert my authority and make it clear that I was the one in charge. She had been judging me and my decision, and I couldn't afford any more drama from her.
"I am a crucial part of your army; you cannot leave me behind. I am going with you whether you like it or not," she said, her voice shaking with anger.
I glared at her, my eyes narrowing. "You are not the queen here; I am the king, and you will do as I command you to do. If you dare to disobey my order, you will face my wrath."
