“I must be well-anointed and well-appointed for this day,” Arthur said. “It’s the most important of my life, Mother. I will be King.”
“Indeed, I have not forgotten.” Charlotte pursed her lips in a motherly smile and rolled her eyes. “And how much longer will you be? We have important guests to greet.”
Arthur waved at a servant to reply.
“We have the scenting to do,” the servant said without looking at the old hag.
“Ah, my favourite part,” Arthur sighed.
There was a kerfuffle at the doorway and the old servant, Dremond, burst in, with two Peqkian warriors and two Pullman guards.
Dremond simply looked at Charlotte and she frowned. “What is it?” she asked.
The old servant shook his head sadly. “My Queen, it is Mary and your grandson James. Mistress, they have died.”
Arthur sat up
