Mrs Claire’s POV.
My body shaked and quivered in tears as I ran off from the Queen’s room. The memories of all that had happened and that was happening even now haunted me. She dared make it look like her son was innocent? I thought and saw myself still breaking.
The way to my chamber that night felt oddly long. The sun had gone down and it was finally getting late. I had passed the stairs to her room and jumped out of the courtyard and was across it now standing under the hallway before I allowed myself to cry.
The muffled sounds of my tears were itching to the ears. I feared that some guards or servants might see me and it might raise an alarm.
“Claire, you do too much.” I said to myself, hitting my chest in pain. The pain I felt the day my daughter died and how it had happened cam
