"Hello, husband?"
Queen Maeve's words carried a lot of weight and bound the room like a noose. Tensions simmer between Queen Maeve and King Oberon and the King's cabinets who sensed it couldn't sit properly anymore, all shifting to the edge and ready to flee once the fight begins. None of them wanted to be the casualty loss having seen the poor guard's fate.
King Oberon finally spoke up, "What is the meaning of this, Maeve?" She disobeyed his order and disrupted the meeting.
Queen Maeve's scalp prickled with irritation at him calling her by her name in front of everyone and undermining her position as the queen.
A bitter laughter escaped Queen Maeve's mouth, "What do you mean by this? I missed my husband so much that I decided to seek him out." She added. "After all, my dear husband decided to hold an hours-long court session on the day of the matchmaking ball."
A furrow appeared on King Oberon's face which was a signal of his displeasure.
