Queen Venice’s POV
I wore one of my favourite robes as Laida wheeled me round the royal courtyard. She is so fragile and I remember how she insisted on helping the guard take me down the stairs even though she wasn’t too strong to help.
My smile has been more genuine since she came. Her presence just lightened me up and I wished she would always be around. Staring at the flowers around the fountain in the royal courtyard, I noticed they grew beautifully. Whoever has been in charge of caring for them, must be doing a good job.
“Laida.” I called her, noticing how easily she was ready to run to me.
“My Queen!” she said, coming to meet me by the table where I sat watching the flowers. She had the most beautiful neck I have ever seen. Looking at her now, it seemed quite obvious she was a
