The room was vast, lined floor to ceiling with books. In the center, seated behind a massive desk, was the Queen. And next to her, looking infuriatingly calm, was Harry.
"MaryJane," the Queen said, her voice cool and controlled. "Come closer."
I approached the desk, forcing myself to meet her gaze. Up close, I could see the family resemblance between her and Harry – the same piercing eyes, the same regal bearing.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked.
I swallowed hard. "I believe so, Your Majesty. But I assure you, the rumors you've heard are not true."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "So you weren't found in a compromising position with my son this morning?"
I glanced at Harry, silently pleading with him to back me up. He remained frustratingly silent.
"It's not what it looked like
