The Third Wheel

It would anger the Queen that the pathetic boy couldn't even address her properly and pronounce her damn name right.

His speech would still slur but his sentence would be clear. Slow, but clear. He spoke of how he needed to leave oh, so, soon, and this made the ivory Queen snap, a low growl emerging from her chest.

"Leaving so soon?" She would ask, low tone laced with venom and sick intentions.

Suddenly the ivory sadist would snap and lunge out from behind him, her jaws seeking to slam shut on his pretty little tail, to teach this boy a damn lesson. To never disrespect the Queen.
No bad deed goes unpunished.

And Biull has just sinned.