Queen Venice’s POV
I was lying on my king-sized bed. My back still aches a lot, even though I just woke from close to six hours' sleep.
I stared at the servant. “Claire,” she has become my most trusted servant. She knew all the secrets lurking in this household, yet she stood by us true and honest.
She noticed I was looking at her. She fumbled with the plate tray in her hand. She laid it on a small food table she always drew on wheels around the room. Dropping it. She turned to me and gave me a dry smile.
“Your majesty!” She bowed to my old weary self.
Don’t blame me, I have long been acting old and treated old since I lost my legs to an evil predicament.
I smiled wearily and tried to get up.
“Here, let me help you my queen.” Claire said, already by my side on the bed. I sat u
