"Enough."
Elora's stern tone brought Albert to a halt. He stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. Had he said something wrong? He quickly replayed his words in his mind, but nothing seemed out of place.
"I'll leave the Annual Magic Competition in your capable hands. I'm certain you'll do a marvellous job," Elora said firmly, her eyes sharp with unspoken warning—daring the poor butler to object.
Beads of sweat gathered on Albert's forehead under the queen's cold gaze. He quickly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his skin subtly.
"Before I forget, where is Aurora? She was supposed to be here this morning," Elora asked, only just remembering she had appointed Aurora as her new advisor.
Albert paused momentarily, then frowned at Aurora's blatant disregard for the queen's command.
"Your Majesty, I'll send someone at once to bring her here," he said calmly, waiting for the queen's approval.
