Elizabeth the queen was striding across the hallway with a whip in her hand. The soldiers that greeted her were ignored. Her rage heart couldn't be stopped unless she vented her anger on something else.
Thankfully, she had a perfect candidate for that.
"Welcome, My Queen." The head prison greeted her with his ominous smile planted on his face with his hands clasped together.
"Yes, where is the sinner?" Elizabeth didn't stop her track to receive the proper greeting.
The head prison gave a silent hum, "she is at the same prison as previously."
"The same prison as previously?" Her legs halted abruptly as her cute face distorted to a certain extent. "Did you take my decree lightly?" Her sweet voice was coated with a vicious irritated intonation.
"I apologize if you thought that way, My Queen. But please, listen to my reason first."