CHAPTER 31
Mykal was somewhat surprised Queen Sarah didn’t hear them approaching. She stood in the main foyer in front of the polished wood table holding the iron bust of her father. The likeness was close, but nothing uncanny. Mykal was more impressed by the amazing tapestry hanging on the wall behind the monumental display.
The white cloth in the queen’s left hand dabbed at tears cried.
Mykal allowed the young girl a moment more with the thoughts of her father. He felt guiltier about witnessing the private moment than about interrupting it. He didn’t think the queen would appreciate knowing he’d observed her in a vulnerable state. Mykal cleared his throat.
Queen Sarah lowered her head and with a quick swipe cleaned away any remnants of tears, sniffled, and tugged on the midriff of he
