Turning on her heels, Zahra quickly made her way out of the room and headed down the hall. Her anger continued to build at the thought of Amenhotep being so careless. "How long have you been using that room." she asked without turning around to look at him.
"Um…." Quillon tapped his chin. "I'm thinking like, for about a week now," He answered, glancing nervously at Zahra.
Zahra brought a hand up to her face to massage the bridge of her nose in irritation. "A week? I cant believe this." Rounding another corner, she walked up to a door with a guard standing beside it, whom quickly stepped away from Zahra with wide eyes. Paying absolutely no attention to the guard, she banged her fist against the door harshly. "Amenhotep! Get out here now." Some grumbles and curses came from the closed door, and a few moments later, a disheveled Pharaoh was standing in the doorway.
"Hey…what did you do?" the guard whispered to Quillon as he observed the king and queen bickering with each other while gesturing to the newcomer.
“No idea,” Quillon whispered back, staring wide-eyed after the royals.