The queen's hall was brightly lit. The servants were on their knees, fearing that they would be implicated.
I casually walked in.
Just then, a teacup shattered at my feet.
"What's making you angry, mother?" I smiled at her.
"How dare you question me?" My mother dramatically slumped on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.
I walked over and sat beside her, ignoring her tone.
Like my father, my mother, too, liked smashing things when she got angry.
"You can leave now." I waved my hand, gesturing for the servants to leave.