QUEEN sat frozen, her gaze locked on the phone in her hand, still trying to process the conversation she had just had with her father. It was almost ten minutes since he hung up, but yet, she still couldn't process the whole thing.
The sternness in his voice, the urgency of his words, none of it made sense to her. She had always known her father was determined when it came to her marrying Oswald, but this time, there was something different in his tone, something almost desperate.
The door to her office creaked open, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. It was Bianca. She walked in, carrying a stack of documents, her usual brisk pace faltered when she noticed Queen’s stunned expression.
“Queen?” Bianca asked, concern evident in her voice. “Are you okay? You are looking ten
