As Charles Grey paced back and forth in the opulent chamber, his silver eyes narrowed with frustration. He couldn't help but vent his irritation to you, the Queen's attendant.

"Ugh, it really riles me up!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with annoyance. "I was so looking forward to knocking that little brat down a peg. But no, the Queen's orders came in, and now we have to carry out this mundane task." He sighed, his impatience palpable in the air.