"I'm so sorry," I say as I'm softly pushed away. I right myself, resisting the urge to kill Massa. How dare he?
"Keep your apology for the elders and the king when you see them. Now may I know what your furry arse is doing on my lands?"
She's iced pretty, with her platinum blonde hair and chalky skin. Her eyes are a bright blue, her lips a bloody red. Her eyes burned with impatience and it was then I realized that I hadn't answered her.
"I'm the prince's w***e my queen." She eyed me. "I asked what you're doing here not what you are or do you not understand English? Perhaps you speak Ice?"
I have no idea what Ice means. "I speak English my queen."
"I will ask again. What are you doing here? You're his w***e, I get it, but must you bring your business into the palace? Couldn't you have
