"She is not her father." Rose said. "She is just a girl who needs someone to show her love."
Cherry snorted. "Show her love? That can be anyone else but not you. You're a queen. You can't be subjecting yourself to the audience of mere peasants. Mere slaves."
"Being Queen means that I appreciate my people whether great or small. Rich or poor. Omega or Alpha." Rose said.
Cherry shrugged her shoulders . "Fine. But you have to be careful. When we return home I will show you how to be a true Queen."
Cherry flicked her black hair. "You know, you were never meant to be Queen so you weren't raised in the right way."
Rose felt a pang.
A reminder that she was not the true ascended.
"Don't worry. Since it was my birth right. I'll manage to show you how to handle the ropes of being Queen." Cherry said. "You can thank me later."
Rose gave a stiff smile and then excused herself. "Thank you. I must be on my way now."
