“And what to do with this young upstart,” the queen mused. “She looks at my crown with ambitious eyes.”
She continued to stroll around the room, stroking the sleeve of her gown.
“I’ve seen the way the king looks at her, gazes into those eyes I’ve heard him compare to emeralds.”
Her face screwed up in anger, “emerald green with envy!” she shouted.
The bell rang.
“Enter,” she said, turning to face the door.
“Your highness,” the young girl at the door said, bowing.
“You!” the queen exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I have a gift for you, queen.”