Two pretty young attendants and Sir Gilbert trailed behind the gorgeous lady as she sauntered into the room.

"Sire! Why are you here of all places?" She inquired in a trill voice.

"A pleasure to see you as well, Your Highness Dowager." Reuben offered her a brisk bow.

I eyed the woman Reuben bowed to, and there she stood; the Queen Dowager of Reveldron in all her grandeur. She was the legal wife of the late King and probably the mother of the present King. Hence, she was unlike any woman I had ever met before. She had pale blonde hair, almost the colour of silver-gold which she wore curled very plainly. It wasn't that bland colour that's just a shade nicer than the white of old age; it was streaked with warm hues and gave her some ardour, complementing her pale face rather than making her look washed-out. Her eyes, which casted the brilliance of sapphire, were perfectly beautiful, and yet were at the same time full of magnificence.

And oh! Her mouth; It was small and rosy; and her under protruded lip was eminently lovely, but as profoundly disdainful in its contempt. All the poets of this time must've sung them as incomparable. Heck! Even I was becoming a hopeless romantic looking at her. Not to mention the air of superiority about her that could very well intimidate a two hundred pounds man to go squirm into a corner with fear. She looked like a woman all capable of taking command. All powerful and glorious.

"...Hey..." Reuben muttered to me in a hush tone but I was in an enchanted trance to even heed his voice, "Hey!!!" His whisper was only more abrasive this time; but when even that was not enough to stir me off my stupor he pinched me harshly on my side. That seemed to have got the job done since I veered my head swiftly to glower at him straight into his skull. "Wipe that drool off your face. You look very well less than unsightly." He said in a jagged whisper.

"What! Really?" I widened my eyes as I felt my mouth for the said-drool; Reuben just rolled his eyes at that, which got me a little pissed but I held my temper back. I mean, come on! There was this gorgeous Goddess standing right before you and she was so beautiful that all you ever wanted to do was just stare at her for an eternity. A little drool was a given, wasn't it? I wouldn't even mind changing my gender for her.

For the first time ever, she looked at me and know what? We made eye contact. Gosh! I think I had my heart in my throat just then. Now I'm certain I am in love. And squealing inside my head like a crazy-fan girl.

"Are you the new bride of Chancellor Burnot?" She asked as she narrowed her eyes at me. Who is Burnot again? The chancellor? Never mind, I will just nod my head.

"Y-Yes Your Highness." I muttered back, nodding my head frantically.

"Then you were there during the assassination of my dear brother." Wait! Mr. Pedophile was royalty? I didn't know that. "Yes Your Highness."

"Then I demand you to speak the truth! Who was the one who assassinated my brother?" Her tone was snappish and absolute. I did feel plenty intimidated but I was not about to blow Reuben's cover yet. After all, we had a deal. "Forgive me Your Highness. I was not able to see the assassin's face. He had a mask on and was swift on his foot." Well, I was not technically lying.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT? HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR HUSBAND DIE LIKE THAT? DO YOU KNOW YOU WERE MY BROTHER'S THIRD LEGAL WIFE? A WORTHLESS VIXEN LIKE YOU WOULD'VE BEEN MORE SUITED TO BE HIS CONCUBINE! ARGHHH!!! LOOKING AT YOU MAKES ME SICK." She turned on me like an infuriated monkey with a migraine, with all that contorted face and fires of fury dancing in her eyes, she didn't seem so appealing to me now. If Reuben hadn't intervened then, I would be bald already; my chunky chestnut red locks would become the adornment in the manicured hands of the Queen. Initially, I was mesmerized by her unearthly beauty but now the scene was more apparent to me. The spell was broken and now I could see, every aspect that lit up her features was the wrong sort.

"My Queen, please do not be like that. Apparently, she is also a victim of this abhorrent event. Had aid not come to her on time, she would be lying in the same pool of blood as Lord Burnot." Sir Gilbert tried to reason with the Queen dowager but instead he fumed her flames of hostility more. "Then why didn't she? She should've died along with him." She stomped her feet like a five year old in frustration.

"Lady Beatrice, Please!" Reuben's stern voice caught the Queen's attention and she slowly turned to him in a mad frenzy.

"Call me Queen, dear Reuben." She uttered with grinded teeth and I shivered a little at her tone.