"Your Majesty, what does he mean by that?" Queen Aurinda demanded as she stormed into the King's study. Her voice brimmed with frustration and confusion. "He cannot just..."
"Since the Duke wanted to keep it close then... keep it close. Is there a need to pursue this matter?" The King's tone was laced with irritation as he motioned for one of his attendants to pour him a cup of tea. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to Lady Dorothy, who had followed the Queen into the study. He made no effort to acknowledge her presence, choosing instead to focus on his wife.
Aurinda's anger flared, her brows furrowing deeply but she said nothing.
"It is getting warmer and warmer, the snow is starting to melt. It is about time to prepare for the greenhouse. May I know how Her Majesty is faring?" His voice dripped with accusation and disappointment as he tried to change the subject.
