The overwhelming pressure made his aged body even more hunched as he walked to a spot about four or five steps from the chair and then stopped, tentatively he spoke,
"Your Majesty, did you summon me for something?"
Queen Elizabeth did not respond but gently turned around, her light golden eyes easily captivated the old man in front of her.
The next second, she gestured him to come closer, almost as if she could control Madillon's body, making him unconsciously step forward two paces,
"In the recent vote, 460 votes, the ruling New Party held 270 votes, but there were 93 votes against my ascension to the throne..."
Cold visible sweat appeared on Madillon's aged face as he cautiously glanced at Queen Elizabeth, knowing ever since Queen Elizabeth ascended, the New Party was in jeopardy.