THAT was it. The last straw.

Queen had put up with Oswald's dismissive attitude for too long, but last night's confrontation sealed it. He wasn't just hiding something, he was protecting it. And now, she was going to find out exactly what it was.

She didn't argue further when he told her to stay clear of the room. She didn't lash out. Instead, she nodded, feigned indifference, and retreated to the guestroom as if she had accepted defeat. But in truth, she was already planning her next move.

That night, she slept peacefully, at least, that is what anyone watching would think. But her mind was racing, formulating the perfect...