That night, Queen Lizvy could not sleep. She kept tossing and rolling on her bed in discomfort. Ever since the search of the Banza saviour, the Queen had refused to lay on the same bed with her husband, rather she chose to stay in her maiden room which brought fonder memories of Carim. Now alone in that room, she pushed herself to a sitting position and sighed heavily. From the darkness that pervaded the room and the complete silence, she knew it was still very early in the morning and she should be sleeping. But how could she sleep when Carim had buried himself before her eyes? She could not get that image out of her mind no matter how she tried. It kept haunting her and it made it difficult to sleep.
She did not want to be negative but what if there was not way out? What if no one c
