Empresses of Pangaea: The Clash of Queens [ BOOK 1 ]

25

Location: Blair Castle, Antarctica State, The Frozen Lands

Marjo Vanhala's council members and advisors were up bright and early the next day after yesterday's dilemma. Mostly pacing with worry back and forth in the meeting room, where Marjo was supposed to show up as well as the other Queen Council members. They were still trying to process last night. Marjo just dismissed the Queen Council members to find shelter outside when there was enough room in the palace. Things were already on a really bad foot.

"We need to get her majesty to cooperate today, yesterday's attitude was bad enough. We don't want the queen Council on our backs," said Marjo's eldest advisor Mather.

"And how do we do that? She snapped us whenever we bring up the Queen Council, anything in that matter," Garda, her other advisor went on.

"It appears that the concubine she often beds with, is giving her a pleasant new attitude, she isn't as bitter as before," Mather mentioned in a hopeful tone. It's been a while since he ever saw her interact with the harem and seeing her being gentle and smiling again was nice. "Let's just hope she is not late today, where is Vinga?" Mather asked.

"She will be escorting her majesty here," replied Garda. Vinga was Marjo's battel advisor, they were also Marjo's close friends as children until the death and massacre of her late mother, the late Empress Brendette Vanhala, and the massacre at the Ground Day summit. Marjo had been distant with Vinga ever since just like she was with everyone else.

Mather noticed a male servant come in, "They are coming." He simply said. Mather and Garda nodded simply taking their places and waiting near the meeting room entrance. They heard chatter approaching and that was when Mather and Garda got a good look at each Queen Council member, Etienne Schofield, Lottie Callahan, Victoria May, Sunil Weaver, Vernan Flint, and Talana Mallery. They all looked like a melting pot of different Pangaea origins. Mather noticed not a single one of them seem to be from the Frozen Lands.

"Greetings!" Garda exclaimed, she noticed they were all dressed in the same heavy coats as before. "Her Majesty will be here shortly at this point you may sit, while our servants will get you some breakfast."

The council members nodded, walking to get their seats at the rectangular table. They noticed the head seat of the table was empty.

Garda noticed them staring and quickly stated, "Sorry she is getting ready, she will join us shortly."

While they waited the servants came back, filling the table with breakfast, coffee, and juice, it wasn't until thirty minutes that Marjo showed up, with Vinga and a butler behind her. She was dressed freshly with nice makeup, and her hair braided in one long loose braid behind her.

Everyone stood up and kneeled, seeing Marjo come in, "Greetings to her majesty!" They said in unison.

"You may rise," Marjo said, eyeing the table to see what they had been eating.

Vernan cleared her throat, "It's good to see you, your majesty, we hoped you are having a good morning."

"It was good till I remembered I had this meeting," Marjo sighed, walking over to sit in the head seat of the table.

Marjo's eldest advisor Mather gulped, seeing the faces of disproval from the other Queen Council members.

"Well, on with it," Marjo said reaching for a piece of bread on the table. Vinga and her butler stood behind her.

"We concerned about you," Lottie started. Not bothering to beat around the bush.

"Concerned? Concerned about what exactly?" Marjo asked with a brow furrowed.