Nigel tasted bile as his stomach churned. His jailer removed the collar, then stood just to the left of the throne. The creepy-looking pale man took his place on the opposite side. A moment later, a woman entered the room from behind the throne. She was wearing a long black dress beneath a red cloak. Instead of a crown, two massive horns protruded from the top of her head and curled in a swirling pattern behind her. Her red lips were accented by black.
She’s beautiful, but she’s a boss.
She’s beautiful, but she’s a boss“Who is this?” the horned woman said.
“I’m Nigel. Are you Queen Amerdelle?”
Nigel’s legs trembled.
“You shall address the queen properly,” the pale man said as he waved his hands.
Nigel felt like he was being controlled, like a puppet.
“Stand down, Etras,” Queen Amerd
