The Queen disavows her murderous mood Shrunk in an airport chapter 9 by Louka31

The Queen laughs. “Kill my sovereign? It’s not in my queenly interests to condone such things!”

You hold your tongue. You want none of this fight. But you note the need to think on your feet. You are gifted to the Empress, a majestic fairy woman over 6 ft. tall, the prettiest you’ve seen with the most beautiful clothes.

She instructs her Chancellor, an elegant grandmotherly fairy woman, to hold you for her. She coos to you and strokes you with her finger to lure out a demon with a spell. Without a spell, the demon could hop from you to the Chancellor, then to the Queen, perhaps through a document handed from one to another.