I shouldn’t have called her name, alongside her title. I should have said ‘my Queen’ but that would only alert her that something was up. I always called her by her name and title.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t decide to go berserk on me tonight and kill me off. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice that I was powerless. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice my false bravado.

“Don’t you think your prideful gestures are getting out of hand? And I am not talking about your rude way of addressing me…” The Queen started, coming to stand beside me, eyes on the starless sky.

Well, at least there wasn’t a goblet or full moon tonight...