In the Queen’s chambers in Willoville palace, King Scot walked in to find Queen Meryln standing in front of the window overlooking her kingdom. She had not gone back to the dining hall since she stormed out an hour ago. Standing behind her, his arms snaked in around her waist, she closed her eyes and rested her head against him. His presence had a way of hushing her worries.
“Nothing will happen to me, Meryln” he said, kissing the side of her forehead.
“You don’t know that. What we both know is that royals can be selfish, evil, conniving and cruel”she said with her eyes still closed. Having lost her mother and brother at the hands of royals. Today she also discovered that her paternal grandfather was murdered by his own brother for the throne of Doretor. She had every reason to worry.
