"Your highness, the prime minister of England sends his sincerest apology for not appearing in your court today due to the... bad weather which occurs in the country at the moment."
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"And I'm subtly being asked AGAIN to make adjustments for them, is that it? Why do I feel that England is purposely mocking me."
I watched my advisor become uncomfortable with my open display of annoyance. Something I could no longer suppress and been holding on for the past few weeks.
She bowed in apology. I didn't wait for her to explain further;
"NO. Not a third chance. I will no longer hear what he has to say. They think I don't know?...tsch."
"Y-your highness..."
King Henry is seriously getting on my nerves. I know the 'kings' except my god fathers see me as someone still incapable of ruling a country. A few reasons...
I'm young and I had a not so good reputation.
But what does my reputation when it comes to women had to do with the way I rule a damn country?
Petty minds.
I'm a very good friend with the mother queen but I will not tolerate her son's bullshit.
"You heard me, Ms. Fabron. You tell the English that they have to wait for my convenient time. I suppose they won't mind cause they SHAMELESSLY wasted my time TWICE. If you think I'm not being matured about this, you as my advisor knows too well how important time is for me."
