Chapter 163: What Kind Of Queen Do You Want To Be?

I moaned in distress, combing my hair. I peered at the mirror, suddenly reminded of the disaster that had occurred today. I cursed out loud, stomping my foot on the polished floor.

"Why in the goddess’ name did you do that?" I said to myself. "The Dowager has always been such a pain." I combed harder, hissing when I pulled too hard.