Thaddeus’ POV

Ezeekeal and the noirette come towards the throne, walking quickly to get to me faster. Once standing in front of me, Ezeekeal bows and who I think is Ms. Clinton curtsies in her blue, sparkling dress. When they both are standing properly, Ms. Clinton moves her hair and dress, trying to look flirty at me, but I glare at her attempt. She readjusts herself to how she was when entering, a pout on her thin red lips and fear in her nut brown orbs.

“You wished to see ...