"Good day, my Queen," I greeted. The Queen turned her head towards the voice she heard behind her and looked over her glasses as though she didn't need an artificial barrier for eye-to-eye contact. She returned her head and continued what she was doing without responding to my greetings. I didn't feel bad at all because I knew she never liked me. I tried to leave the room several times, but Princess Isla kept halting me. I took a few steps out of her chamber.
"Where is my son?" The Queen asked after about three minutes of ignoring me. I never knew the question was not for me.
"He is at home."
"I didn't ask you."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I said and looked at Princess Isla.
"Isla, where is your brother?"
"She said...he's at home."
"Which home is she referring to?"
"RockRing estate, of c
