Queen Venice’s POV.
I dropped my head down on my wheelchair and hid my face in between my palms, changing my hands each time, using my hands to guard my face. My back was beginning to ache and I knew I needed to see the doctor again.
I could barely remember when last he came to visit me. My incessant complaints about him had landed him in trouble after I asked Sir Alfred to stop him from coming, complaints and proceedings of him pleading to resume his duty to the royal house, but I had declined and shut him out.
“My back aches.” I said, trying to get Laida’s attention.
“Sorry about that, my Queen,” she replied, bowing slightly while still rolling the wheelchair.
“Thank you.” I answered, looking around. It was already late afternoon and I had not yet taken lunch. I couldn’t blame Lai
