The Queen's Madness

Teresa sat steadily on a high-backed chair on the stairs, staring down at the slowly pacing Frankie, her heart filled with vigilance.

Ever since she was born, there had been constant problems with this kid. She could easily control the dam, but she never knew what was on his mind. She hated his thoughtful smile the most.

"Frankie, what do you mean by this? You didn't bring me a birthday present and are late. Do you still want me to suffer your inexplicable anger before leaving? You are my nephew, and I am your aunt. Even if you don't take me as a queen, you should take me as an elder. Do you need me to emphasize it again? Today is my birthday party!"

"What's the rush, My Queen?" Frankie sneered. "I haven't asked anything yet, but you're so nervous. It's hard for me not to doubt you!"

The venue had been almost cleaned up. The maids were all sent flying by a furious roar from Teresa.

The empty banquet hall was cold and beautiful, and the luster of the glass seemed to be too sharp.