CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
1422 Words
ELINA
The reaction of both of them is immediate, Zane opens his eyes in surprise, however he does not move from his place, and to be fair, since the moment I entered the office I noticed that he was in his chair in a rigid position, almost uncomfortable, while the blonde approached him, who for her part, jumps to her feet and bows to me as soon as she sees me, but I respond by narrowing my eyes at her, which makes her seem even more uncomfortable.
"I see you are busy," I tell Zane in an annoyed tone, and he instantly shakes his head.
"Miss Trenton came here as an envoy from the Silver Moon kingdom, she was telling me ..." he begins to explain, and I stop him immediately.
"Whatever Miss Smiles was saying here is not more important than what I came to say ... so you better go," I add the last, looking directly at the blonde.
"Elina, don't be rude ..." Zane intercedes.
"NOW!" I add raising my voice, and the blonde gets startled before starting her flight from the office.
"Oh, and Miss Trenton?" I tell her, and she stops right at the office door, turns to me with a stunned look, and responds in a bird like voice:
"Yes, your Majesty?"
"That ..." I say pointing to one of the chairs in front of Zane's desk, "It's a chair that is used for people like you to put their bony ass on it while talking to other people's husbands, so you might want to remember this piece information in the future,” I add scathingly.
“I… I am so sorry, Your Majesty, it won't happen again,” she replies.
"Oh, of course it won't happen again because next time there won't be any ass left for you to sit on… was I clear enough?" I ask her as I watch her face go pale.
"Yes, Your Majesty," she replies as she nods, and then quickly leaves the room.
"That was completely unnecessary," Zane tells me in an amused tone, and I shoot him an angry look.
"Unfortunately, I have to play the psycho wife when my supposed husband is not able to put the leeches in their place," I reply angrily, and he shakes his head.
“I know this is not out of jealousy because you know very well that she could not be compared to you, but anyway, I want you to know that I had already asked her to sit on a chair and was about to ask her to leave, just before you came in,” he tells me with a puppyish expression, and I squint my eyes at him.
"If you are not going to be able to respect me and give me my place, I will do it myself, and you will not like it at all," I tell him, and he tilts his head to the side, but, although he seems to be dying to say something to me, he just stays quiet for a few moments.
"How was your trip?" he asks me, and for some reason his tone seems to want to imply something else.
"It wasn't so good, we couldn't find anything," I reply, and he nods.
"I told you it was a waste of time," he tells me, and I roll my eyes.
"Of course it is not a waste of time, we need to find the culprit of the attack on our camp, I will not rest until I find the people who dared to try something against my babies," I tell him in a frustrated tone.
"Our babies," he adds in a serious voice all of the sudden.
"Besides, we already have the culprits, only that you refuse to believe in the incriminating evidence and prefer to go on useless searches that do not serve anyone, and the only thing they achieve is to raise rumors and gossip in the palace, in addition that you leave me alone attending to all the commitments that you should be attending as the queen,” he adds with evident annoyance.
"You know as well as I do, that these pieces of evidence are not enough to start a war, innocent people will die if we do not take the trouble to verify who is responsible for this," I tell him, and he snorts in disbelief.
"It's ironic, isn't it?" he asks me, and I frown in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him.
"That you come here to threaten a poor girl for getting too close to me, while you are too worried about finding something that exonerates that i***t who murdered your father, and then you ask me to give you your place, when not even you seem to be sure where you belong to,” he tells me in an annoyed voice, and I am surprised by his words.
“I am not trying to exonerate anyone, but it is our duty as regents to think about the lives and well-being of the people in our charge, and part of that includes avoiding unnecessary wars,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
"You need to have a bit of consistency, honey," he responds.
"Excuse me?" I say annoyed.
"Are you forgetting that it was you who wanted to declare war on the Vark’s from day one?" he tells me, and I press my lips together in discomfort.
“Yes, but at that moment I got carried away by anger, and that is something that we cannot do as regents, we must think with a cool head before making such radical decisions, and that is precisely what I am trying to correct with this search,” I reply, and Zane narrows his eyes at me.
"Are you sure you are not trying to correct something else?" he asks me.
"Can you speak clearly? You have been saying strange things since I arrived, if you have something to say to me, do it directly and not through riddles,” I reply.
"Okay, if that's what you want ..." he tells me as he gets up from his desk and approaches me until he is just a step away, then leans into my ear and whispers:
"How was your run in the woods?"
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