“She seemed to have it out for me since the beginning, and today, I made them breakfast. Marcel decided that it was a good time to announce to his parents that he would be going to the Continent, and it’s safe to say that that was a bad decision to make.”
I lifted my shoulders in a shrug, doing my very best to make it seem as if I wasn’t as affected by the entire situation as I aught to be, but I was sure that regardless of what I tried to portray, she—the Queen—would be able to see right through me. She probably knew how upset I was, but she was doing her best to listen and only deliver her judgement, her opinion by the end of the entire story-telling.
“But to make a long story short, it came out that you were the one who said that Marcel needed to come with me to the C
