Chapter 13
Ida stayed in the shadows and concentrated on her breathing. She kept her breaths short, and shallow. The hood of her cloak was draped over her head and covered her face. She was as hidden by the darkness, but standing in plain sight in the corner of the bed chamber.
With the curtains drawn tight, no sunlight entered the room. Queen Chorazin slept silently in the bed. Her snores were thick, and rumbled. It sounded like thunder erupting from her throat and nostrils. The queen drooled onto her satin-covered pillow.
Ida didn’t care one way or the other about the queen. What put her off was the king’s request. How could he even call himself a man? He shouldn’t be a position to rule his realm, much less become emperor over all of the kingdoms. The feeble man might have the ambitio
