QUEEN stood frozen in the middle of the grand living room, her perfectly manicured fingers clenching into fists at her sides. Her heart pounded with a mix of disbelief and frustration as Oswald's cold words replayed in her mind.

"You are not sleeping in my room tonight, or any other night. You are sleeping in the guest room, the one you have already settled in."

Guest room? Guest room?

Her face burned with humiliation. How dare he? How could he dismiss her so easily, like she was just some random person who showed up uninvited? She had expected resistance, yes, but this-this level of indifference, was beyond what she had...