Chapter 62: Privy Council
The press conference may have messed the minds of my Privy Council because the next thing I knew when I got home to the General's Mansion, the remaining of the East Wing Staff, three young women in their twenties, greeted me.
They all give the same vibe as Geoffrey's with their clean-cut and stiff navy blue uniforms and pointed-toe heels.
They curtsied. One of them, the most senior one, stepped forward. “Your Majesty, the Privy Council is waiting for you at the receiving hall. They would want to have an audience with you regarding the press conference earlier."
“We apologize for rushing forward like this," the other added.
Geoffrey faced me. “Your Majesty? Would you want to proceed or shall I tell them that you'd be taking your rest?"
Randall gripped me t
