Bab 181: "Your Majesty, The Queen."

"Why do you have that look on your face?" Queen Dyon asked Guust. "Were you successful? Answer me!"

Guust returned his gaze to the queen and moved closer t her. "yes, My Queen. The King awaits you now. I did it. He told me to come to get you. I-I thought y-you would be ready by now o that we would meet him right now," Guust said to her as his eyes traveled around the room.

"Is it not these slugs that pose as my maids? Guust, you see why I need you back as my assistant? So that you can help me man these girls. They frustrate me." Queen Dyon looked at Sims and if looks could kill and slay, Sims would have been lying on the floor with blood spilling from her body.

Sims swallowed and cut off the thread that she had been suing to mend the dress and walked to where the queen was sitting.