The Queen’s Judgement

~AUTHOR'S POV~

"What do you think you're doing, Leona? ", Rowland breathed through grinning teeth.

He grabbed her wrist, his bloodshot eyes staring deep into the smiling face of Leona.

The hall became noisy as murmurs rose and the always news-thirsty reporters' unlimited questions rang through the big hall while the guards prevented them from moving any closer to the royal.

The two remained motionless like some lifeless sculptures. The angry look worn by Rowland was very well distinguishable from the calm smiling face of the new Empress.

"You wench! ",

It was Queen Florence who's expression was anything other than happy. She seemed to burst time.

"How dare you lo... ",

"Lowlife? Pardon me, mother. Sorry, aunt or should I call you Florence? That very word should be directed to you, not me",

"Leona! ",

Rowland's voice vibrated through every wall as the hall became dead silent.

"You dare not talk to my mother in such manner... ",