NA’IMAH
The minute we stepped into the Queen Dowager’s chamber, she turned to me with a fierce expression. “Why are you wearing that?” She demanded, pointing to my dress.
I held her gaze for a minute before responding, “Why am I in chains?” Since we were asking stupid questions today, I might as well match her energy.
“Can we get to the point of why we are here? I do not have the time to waste and watch you two squabble about who has more dominance over the other.” Kaedyr scoffed as he took his seat in a gold-embroidered chair. I am guessing it is reserved for him because the last time I was in this room, it was empty.
The Queen Dowager turned to him with an icy look, moving to sit down. “You should know you will be held to a certain standard now, and I expect you to always look your b
