C27 What did it matter?

"Gwen," the queen said, her voice stern. "Why have you not been singing my daughter's praises to Derrick? You know he has a high regard for you, and I expected you to put in a good word for Amelia." I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty, I..." I began, but the queen cut me off. "Spare me your excuses, Gwen. I know you are loyal to my son