Chapter 501: With Carl involved?

"Bring her a seat. She’ll sit right here beside me."

Now glancing around, Queen White searched for the perfect spot to wedge Nnenna into their planning committee.

Nnenna froze in place as a chair was being dragged beside the Queen, with the weight of royal doom attached to it.

Carl’s role was indispensable, so of course he had to stay.

Who could possibly move?

Her husband, obviously.

As if reading her mind, King White’s face darkened a shade. His eye twitched.

Queen White finally turned to him, not with affection or warmth, but with purpose.

"Move over," her look said. Not a word spoken. Just royal level pressure beaming directly at his soul.

King White blinked. Have I... become an outsider in my own home?! The betrayal!

No. I refuse. I’m the King. She can’t just push me aside like this. I won’t move. I’m making a stand right here

But he didn’t dare meet her eyes.

Instead, he looked away. Maybe if he pretended not to notice her, she would spare him?

She did not spare him.

In fact, her gaze only grew more intense with every passing second, like a silent countdown to doom. One eyebrow arched.

One...

Two...

Three...

BAM

snapped. The invisible pressure crushed his resistance in an

and scooted his chair over with the grace of a defeated cat. The servant behind him stepped forward to

with the grumpy resignation of a man who just lost custody

was the very picture of royal

White clapped happily as the

to sit down as if she were announcing a

by the whirlwind of

sulked in

He had

except Queen White, who happily pulled Nnenna down beside her once the king begrudgingly shifted, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for King White. Even Arthur, who usually

felt bad for the

kids. He could already

sideways at her. She hadn’t said

the same

didn’t even have the courage to voice his feelings. He had already failed to convince Queen White like he promised her, and if he dared to speak now,

quiet and

energy leave her body the moment Queen White reached for a thick, glittering book

It was a catalogue.

A very thick one.

with every possible shade, cut, and layer of

she say a few

book feel like it had

it past page one before her soul began to wither. This was going to be

she raised her hand slightly and placed it over her eyes, then

me, her

move. Not even a twitch. He kept calmly eating, eyes fixed on his

the truth

had been noticing her since

He wanted to help.

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