The Perfect Queen

( Neva’s POV)

“Queens stand behind the king,” one of the elderly women said. “Not beside, or in front.. but behind.”

We were in a small room with two windows and stiff chairs. The air smelled like old flowers. Rose sat next to me, hands folded, back straight. The three elderly women faced us like judges.

“A queen is seen, not heard,” the thin one added. “She is a peacemaker. She doesn't argue with