FIFTEEN
Fallen
‘Damn it!’ she cried, swiping her good arm across the workbench, sending the intricate ornaments that littered her desk clattering across the granite floor.
The malformed object responsible for her outburst remained intact, defiantly opposing her will to see it laid to ruin. The misshapen trinket glinted in the dim light, taunting her with its continued existence.
‘My queen, are you all right?’ called a voice from behind the door to her chamber, which then opened abruptly. ‘We heard a noise and--’
‘It is nothing.’
‘But the floor...’ replied Ralnor lowering his gaze towards the polished granite surface.
‘There was an accident. However, there is no cause for alarm.’ she said, regaining her composure.
‘Do you require assistance?’
‘No…thank you. I am fine.’ she said, do
