THERE WAS SOMETHING good about having the Queen here.
One, it was that everyone kept busy because of her. Two, because for some reason that I didn’t know of, King Larkin had never visited my room other than to talk, argue, talk some more, and just argued about literally nothing and everything at the same time. At this point, he was probably tired because of her presence her. Her existence was a tiresome trouble to her own husband. By the time he wanted to return to me to go at his very hideous mission, she already ran him down completely off.
It was a good thing, right? That Queen Morgana kept him off my bed?
I thought about the nights it could have been like that had she visited earlier and in the quiet of the night, I thought that her presence was actually a blessing and that I almost
