Venz's POV
"What are you guys still doing here? The dinner table is ready—GOODNESS!"
My mother’s hand flew on her mouth. Her eyes widen at the sight in front of her.
"Greetings, Queen." We greeted her simultaneously and addressed her formally.
We ignored her terrified reaction. We aren’t surprised by it either. We already know she’ll act this way.
Her eyes darts to my slave who is lying down on my feet, almost lifeless. She rushes towards her and helps her sit up. I made a step backward to give them space. None of us dared to stop her.
My slave notices the Queen's sudden appearance. Her eyes widen when she realizes who helped her. She then forces herself up and kneels in front of my mother. Her posture is unstable and it is very evident she won't last long in that position.
"Servant
