I Got Isekai'd, Well Shyt! Vol. 1, 2, and 3

Vol.3 The Emergency Session.

When the queen entered the room, Lord Brice and his aides rose from their seats and respectfully bowed in her presence.

"My queen, you are glowing this fine morning. Did you do something new with your hair? Or is it that you slept well?" Lord Brice asked with a smile.

Rianna's cheeks burned as she struggled to suppress the telltale signs of embarrassment.

"I didn't do anything differently. Excuse me," Rianna said as she brushed past them, heading determinedly towards the king.

Lord Brice appeared bewildered as he observed Rianna taking a seat next to the king and reaching out to grasp his hand. Normally, the Queen would be reserved and would have told him off. He couldn't help but notice the way her hand tightened around the king's and how she looked at him, which made the old man's eyebrows rise in surprise.

'Well, isn't this interesting? She's acting shyer than normal... And she's grabbed Cyndre's hand? I wonder what he did to get back in her good graces?' Lord Brice thought.

Cyndre's gaze shifted to Rianna, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"I'm glad to see you this morning, my queen. You are looking exceptionally lovely," he whispered to her.

"Don't push your luck," Rianna whispered back, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

'His Majesty did do something to get out of the dog house, and it's got her all flustered. Hmm, now I need to ask him how he did it. But that will have to be for another time,' Lord Brice thought and chuckled.

"Alright, Lord Brice... Now, we can get into the matters of the Kingdom. I have other things to attend to. So please make it quick," Cyndre said in an authoritative tone.

"Ah, yes, Your Majesty... I have some unfortunate news. It's regarding the Prime Minister," Lord Brice stated.

Both Rianna and Cyndre cast frustrated glances in the direction of Lord Brice, their expressions clearly conveying their irritation.

"What has Duval done now?" Cyndre inquired as he rubbed his temples. He knew that if it concerned the Prime Minister, the news was bound to be troublesome.

"He has summoned the other Major Noble Lords to the Capital for an emergency session... Word is he wishes to ban the Dark Elf—"

"Lady Rya!" Rianna's sudden interruption startled everyone in the room. It was highly unusual for her to interject in front of her husband's council, but she felt an inexplicable need to defend the dark elf.

"I-I apologize, My Queen... He wants to ban Lady Rya from entering the capital. He warned that her presence in the palace would shatter the harmony between the Divine Three and our kingdom, bringing about ruin... I fear that he wishes to turn her over to the Alliance to be executed," Lord Brice told the King.

Rianna was overcome by an intense surge of anger welling up inside her. She fought to keep it under control, but she needed to get her feelings off of her chest, so she stood up from her chair.

"You will not hand over Lady Rya to the Alliance! Do you hear me? She's a guest of the crown and under my protection," Rianna growled as she glared at the Head of Fiafyr.

Brice had never seen the Queen this animated before. Unsure of what to do, he glanced at his aides for support. They were just as perplexed as he was and only shrugged their shoulders in response.

Cyndre rose from his seat and leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper, as he spoke into her ear.

"Rianna, are you okay? I've never seen you like this. Is there anything I can do to help?" Cyndre pleaded, and Rianna calmed down after realizing what she had done.