illicit affairs
Queen Ella stopped at the king’s chambers.
She stood there and took a deep breath before raising her hand to knock on the door. It was a soft and silent knock at first. Then the second one was less softer and less silent. Then the third one was harder and louder.
After that, she stood at the door, stiff as a stone. Embarrassed and humiliated, clenching her fist so tight, trying to collect whatever little dignity she had left. If she had any left.
Behind her back, stood her stepsisters, Isabelle and Stephanie.
She knew that they knew that the king was avoiding her and that he didn’t want to talk to her and that he didn’t want to dine with her and that he didn’t even want to sleep in the same room as her. And now, she was at his door, banging desperately and he still did
