It had been three days since her father's death and three days since she left the shrine. It had just been three days yet it felt like three whole years to her. The days had dragged so slowly like they were mocking her and Queen Lizvy knew she would finally lose it if she remained in her room without figuring what to do to help carim. She could still remember how she had met the king to see if he could do anything to help his people but the man had simply dismissed her, saying that he was not the chosen saviour. There had been some strange glint in his eyes that had made the queen uncomfortable but she had chosen not to think so much about it. Just as she had chosen not to think of his expression during the late king's burial. Had he smiled when the priestess blew the king's ash into thin
