32 Old Bedroom

"How dare she! Where did she get the nerve?! A lowly pest! Arrogant wench!"

The Queen flung the bedroom door open with a resounding thud, marching inside with heavy steps that seemed to echo like the footfalls of a giant. A thick, leather-covered book was tossed onto the bed, and she puffed her chest with a tangible sense of fury soaring within her being.

The King trailed behind her, quietly closing the door to conceal his wife's escalating tantrum.

Fleur Ruan spun around to face her husband, her complexion reddening as she unleashed another round of frustration,

"How could you let this happen?! You promised you would convince her to stop that crazy Valentine dog! How dare she say yes to the duel! Who does she think she is?!"

Euris watched as the Queen's tantrum progressed, pursing his lips, a deep wrinkle forming between his thick eyebrows.