Little Queen

Chapter 2

As Sir Johnson slammed his fist on the boardroom table, I instantly regret wearing this summery, knee-length yellow dress. I never look powerful in yellow. This group of painful men, my wiseman, are forgetting who there talking too. I hate being so young, people don't take me seriously.

"They are a good alliance!" Sir Taylor yells at me again.

"I'm telling you, Sir Taylor, Melbris will give us nothing." I say in the ever so calm voice I have been trained to use when dealing with idiots. But when Sir Taylor rolls his eyes, I become enraged. I stand up, my chair screeching behind me. keeping my hands on the table, I stare him down. 

I've seen my dad do this before. I want these men to treat me the way they treated him; with respect. "They will make lots of promises that they won't keep. They will ask for things but will give us nothing back. They have a reputation and I will not fall into there trap." I say, smashing a finger into my chest. "I refuse to hand out my promise to aline like it means nothing."

What on earth gave him the idea to aline with Melbris? It is our neighbouring country, with a very corrupt king and queen, who lure people in to aline so they can take your goods. Sometimes I really do wonder what goes on it that mans head.

Jane, my P.A, comes walking in with her head down, the yelling all too much for her.

She bends down and puts my coffee on the table. Flicking her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, she looks up at Mr. Fiddler, the youngest of my wiseman, and winks. I roll my eyes. Jane is never too timid to impress a boy. What does she see in Mr. Fiddler, anyway? He is a pimple ridden man in his 20's who looks like he just started puberty.

"We are running out of maids and guards." Mr. Brown states forcefully, and I'm snapped back into reality.

Folding my dress behind me as I sit back down in my chair, I glance down at my notes. We definitely have more than enough alliances.

I take a sip of my black coffee, choosing my words carefully. The strong flavoured bitterness of the drink hits my taste buds. Swallowing, I'm still stuck on a resolution. I place the cup back on its plate, the fine china making a clink. 

All eyes are on me. Is this what it was like for dad? Was everybody expecting him to have the perfect response instantly?

"The issue has been brought up to me in the past, I know we are on short supply of guards and maids." I say in the most professional voice I can.

"Exactly. If another attack happens, we are vulnerable, doomed even!" 

I lean forward and cradle my head. I have such a bad headache, and Mr. Brown's crazy accusations that we are all going to die is not helping.

"My idea is," I start, pulling myself back together. "Maybe, we should set up a training program here, in Pitvvotlee."

I plant my elbows on the table and gesture with my hands. "As you all know, when men need training, we send them to another region. That's what my farther did, so I just followed in his footsteps." I stand up and start to walk slowly around the boardroom, why haven't I though of this before? "We spend a great deal of money sending men out, but, we could simply have a training program in Pivvotlee! It would cost us far less. We would just have to pay for their uniforms, food, and shelter." I look at my wiseman; they're all deep in thought.

"Do we have enough money to build a training centre?" I ask Sir Johnson. He is good with money.

Opening the business folder in front of him, he replies; "We definitely have enough for a medium size building." Looking up at me, he adjusts his glasses and continues. "Mosman Cove has a population of 3,747 people."