Chapter Nine
The messenger looks as exhausted as he is dirty. He’s left muddy footprints all over the throne room and I pity the people who’ll have to clean up later on.
“Give the man some water,” I tell one of the servants and she scuffles off, returning moments later with a pitcher of water and a glass.
The messenger drinks it greedily.
“Thank you, my lady,” he says with a deep voice. “I need to talk to the Queen.”
I cringe. “Queen Beira is currently unavailable but I am her daughter, so you can tell me whatever message you had for my mother.”
He blanches and does a hasty bow.
“Forgive me, I didn’t know, Your Highness.” He looks around the people watching us curiously. “You may want to listen to this message in private.”
I nod and wave at Jonathan to clear the hall. The Lord Cham
