James Harper straightaway ascended the few stairs to get onto that grand podium. Every ounce of his existence emitted confidence, determination, arrogance — the power he held. His sharp gaze scanned the woman sitting in her wheelchair, looking at him, still in shock.
His expression remained the same — cold and aloof — as he looked at her.
"Mr. Harper, good to see you here, but…" the Queen began, not knowing what exactly was going on.
If it had been someone else who disturbed the royal ceremony like this and arrived uninvited while creating such a ruckus, she wouldn't have tolerated it. But she couldn't treat someone like James thoughtlessly. James was not the type to act impulsively, and there had to be a reason for him to be here all of a sudden.
"Your Majesty, apologies for intruding like this, but I had to," James said firmly.
