Rosamund changed her clothes into something more manageable. She was ready to kill the king and the queen if even a strand of Esmeralda’s hair was misplaced. Dressed in white pants paired with a dark red open shirt, her sword secured around her waist, she began to pace in her room, waiting impatiently for Demir to bring Esmeralda to her. There was a knock on the door and Rosamund ran to yank it open to reveal Demir with Esmeralda but her in a maid’s outfit.
“I am so sorry, Your Majesty. It was the only way.” Demir had a sheepish expression on his face, a blush coloring his cheeks. Rosamund looked towards Esmeralda and before she could say anything, Esmeralda ran into her arms. She hugged Rosamund tightly and Rosamund could feel the dampness on her shoulder indicating that her little siste
