"How is Pyramus? Why haven't I seen him or been welcomed by him? Are you poisoning my grandson's mind so that he no longer pays attention to me?" Pyramia's voice was sharp, a mixture of reproach and genuine concern. Her gaze was as fierce as a hawk's, scrutinizing Xerxez.
"Queen Pyramia, I admit I have been negligent, but to poison his mind is a grave accusation!" Xerxez responded, his voice calm but with an underlying weariness. "Why would I ever do such a thing?"
The queen fell silent, a subtle shift in her demeanor as the initial fury subsided. "Then where is he now?" she asked, a sudden change in tone, like a gust of wind shifting its direction.
"As far as I know, both of my sons are in the study hall," Xerxez replied, his voice firm and direct.
The queen's tense shoulders relaxed. "That's good to hear!"
