She squealed in excitement. Twirling in her chambers. The bright colours of the walls mirrored her emotions. Maleeka plopped on her queen-size bed covered with white sheets. Her hair spiralled on the bed.
Ruth and Dalia watched their Queen in amusement. Maleeka stood up and ran to them. She held their hands.
“Did King Eric tell you something?” Dalia asked a familiar question.
“Yes, he said we should sign the treaty. It will seal the alliance and put the minds of the Council at rest. No wars or disagreement with the powerful King,” she chimed. Dalia laughed in joy.
“Really? That’s good news, Your Majesty.” Ruth said, a sad smile on her lips. Maleeka saw this, looking intently at her.
“Is something wrong, Ruth?”
“Nothing, it... it’s” She stuttered, head down.
“Speak, Ruth,” Male
