QUEEN had never been more pleased with herself.

As soon as dinner was over, she played the role of the perfect guest, clearing the plates, washing up, and ensuring everything was in place. Oswald, as expected, didn't linger. He stood, stretched a little, and without a word, headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Queen watched him go, maintaining a neutral expression, but inside, her thoughts ran wild. Soon, I will know exactly what is in that damn room.

Once Oswald had disappeared behind the doors of his ever-secretive bedroom, she took her time before heading to the guestroom. She needed to act normal, no rushing, no looking overly eager. After all,...