“I–it’s here ma’am.” One of the maids stuttered, her shaky hand pointing at the closet.
“Good.” Nova sneered, eyeing the maid with distaste before stalking over to the closet. Right before she opened it, she suddenly turned to the maids, arching a brow.
“Wait a damn minute. Why do you peasants keep calling me ma’am? I’m the rogue king’s mate. That makes me the rogue queen, doesn’t it?”
The maids shared frightened glances before looking back at Nova.
“Uhm– y–you have not been made q—queen yet.” One of the maids said and at that moment, Nova saw red.
“How dare you talk back to me? Did I ask for your opinion?!”
“I'm so–sorry, ma’am.”
“Do not call me ma'am! I should be addressed as Your Royal Highness from now on! Do you understand me?!” Nova yelled, her voice echoing around the roo
