Queen Morgana who had sat on her plush chair, laughing to the jokes that the guests had made while sipping into her goblet was having the time of her life. How could she not be delighted today? Her source of headache and anger, Cassius and Arabella was going to meet their end and the heir would finally fall into her hands! Her baby boy inside her stomach would finally be born and she would finally see Versailles as her own kingdom. Not her husband's. Not from a man. But HERS.
Just then she heard a soft hiss accompanied by an unmistakable crisp voice of a crying cat, "Meow."
"A cat?" Queen Morgan frowned and looked down under the table in front of her as the feast began while they waited for the hunters to come back with the amount of humans they have killed.
The ministers who were sitting there looked at her confused, "Yes Your Majesty?"
"There's a cat," she continued, "There's a cat somewhere here, get rid of it. Now!"
