49: Not even your queen

"I was speaking to my husband, not you," Tamira interrupted Amoela, her voice steady and commanding submission. 

"What can I do for you, Tamira," Javier let out in a tired tone. 

His body was exhausted from all the emotional roller coaster he was going through. The last thing on his mind was getting into an argument with anyone. 

Tamira gazed at him with disbelief. She was getting a headache worrying about her future. He was enjoying a milk bath while having purple tea to calm him. 

She was the queen. Forever frozen and standing still as the world moved on without her. The King doomed her to such a fate and she was tired of letting him have his way. 

"Why has it taken you all this while to ask me that?" she inquired. Her heart was in pain over how little she mattered to her husband.