The castle maids and male servants watched in horror as blood dripped down their queen’s legs. Queen Zania had palled out with blood oozing from her nostrils and skin pores. She was wincing and groaning from the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. It was now clear to everyone that the so-called herbs Gail gave her were toxic to the queen and the baby she was carrying.
“It was Gail, the witch, sister to the executed Mrs Lokey, Your Highnesses,” Sir Mike reported, sinking everyone’s hearts. Gail had obviously came to avenge her relatives.
“Celia and Luke. Someone must warn them,” the Queen murmured weakly. Sir Luke was the king reagent when the Lokeys were executed. She had successfully gotten to her but she now worried for their friends.
“On it, Your Highness,” one messeng
