Chương 82: I'm not a tyrant, I'm a pie-rant

As her husbands came pouring into the dining room of her private chambers, Snowball bounded over to them and ran in circles around their legs.

He weaved in and out of the space between their ankles playfully, meowing loudly at them in excitement as he attempted to engage them in a game of chase.

Several servants arrived bearing food trays.

They began arranging them for her on the table, trying their best not to spill or break anything while avoiding the eager baby cat trying to attack their shoes as they set up plates.

Phoenix gathered Snowball up to avoid any chance of the kitten getting trampled, and set him on the table.

The fluffy ball of energy began bouncing excitedly between one end of the table and the other.

"Look at him." She chuckled.

Snowball chirped eagerly as he scrambled across the length of the table, attempting to tackle her fork that sat innocuously upon the polished wood surface of her dinner tray.