"Uhhh… Rhea, what am I supposed to do…?!"
Mio whimpered helplessly, her body wrapped in layers of plush blankets, her face buried deep into a luxuriously soft pillow on the massive bed. She let out a muffled groan, despair seeping from every fiber of her being.
Rhea sighed, her expression exaggeratedly weary as she gazed down at her mistress.
"My lady, this is exactly why I warned you countless times not to drink alcohol—your tolerance is even worse than a toddler's."
Mio twisted her head abruptly, fixing Rhea with a crimson-faced glare.
"Me taking a single sip of wine and then suddenly becoming the queen after almost being framed are two completely unrelated things!"
"If you hadn't had even that small sip," Rhea remarked calmly, arching one brow with infuriating composure, "perhaps you would've at least been able to think rationally when everything unfolded."
At those words, Mio's cheeks flushed deeper, embarrassment driving her back into the pillow with a defeated moan.
