QUEEN stormed into the Wilberforce mansion, her heels clicking against the polished floors as she moved with sharp, furious steps.

The butler barely had time to greet her before she brushed past him, heading straight to the sitting room where her father, Mr. Wilberforce, was lounging on a luxurious armchair, sipping his morning coffee.

At the sight of his daughter, he brightened, setting his cup down with a smile.

"My Queen, you are home." He spread his arms open, expecting a warm greeting. "How was your night with Oswald?"

Queen halted in front of him, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her face contorted in sheer rage.

The warmth...