It didn't take long for Henrietta to start complaining about Phoveous choosing a human to marry and how we're weak, useless and pitiful. It felt like it was mostly a personal attack; her frequent glares and gestures in my direction especially indicated she was displeased by my presence here. All in all, she was beginning to irritate me, and I, being the person not knowing when to keep their mouth shut at the worst times, decided to do something about it. I decided to show her that we weren't as weak or as pitiful as she was making us sound.
"Excuse me." I tapped her on the shoulder, she had taken my place on the
bed beside the King. She snapped her head to face my direction almost instantly, maybe before I had even reached her.
"What?" She snarled, her fangs seemed to be even more point
