Queen Neticia was in the gardens when King Nixon strolled into the place and sat next to her, she looked the other way, ignoring him completely. Neticia sipped from the cup of coffee in her hand and then replaced the cup in a tray on a side stool next to her.
King Nixon watched her with a smile. “Are you still mad at me?” he started.
She looked at him. She looked away. “Do I look like I am?” She looked him now in the eye, her gaze is as icy as ever.
Nixon chuckled. “If you weren’t, you would look into my eyes,” he said.
“Well, am I not looking into your eyes, my lord?” she asked.
“No, you’re not,” he responded. “You’re glaring into my eyes,” he explained.
“To glare means to look, my lord,” she defended.
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