Giankha took a deep breath as she stood expectantly behind the Argantean monarch watching the stern guard ceremoniously turn the knob of the door leading to the poorly lit room where her mother was being kept.
The old hinges creaked when the heavy plank was pushed inwards, revealing the woman that sat in the farthest corner of the chamber, hugging her legs and shivering in the dark.
Sheer terror shone in her startled eyes as she perked her matted head up at the sound and discovered the disturbing presence of the tall foreign ruler and the daughter that she had presumed dead standing at the threshold of the contrastingly illuminated hall.
-Stay away from me, you, evil spirit! – She cried out, cowering backwards and pressing herself against the wall.
-Mom, we’ve gone through this – Gian
