I stood awkwardly in the corner, my gaze on the floor, my ears listening to every single word.
“No queen of mine would behave so recklessly at a public event!” the king roared.
Maxine threw a golden chalice full of wine across the room.
“Then I'm no queen of yours!”
The room fell quiet. The king turned red from anger and embarrassment.
“Maxine!” he shouted.
Maxine took the crown off her head hung it carelessly in her index finger. “If you can't accept the fact that you're a foul king, a manwhore and a horrible person, get some help and be honest with yourself.”
“You cannot refuse the crown—” the steward started.
“I never said I was. I rule this kingdom by myself. That's a fact. I just said I'm no queen of his. I'm the queen of Malda. I could easily be king as well if I wante
