Royal treason.
Tamar brushed Berth's thick black hair gently; the latter was seated in front of her dressing mirror, smiling like she had just won a lottery.
"My lady, you deserve every bit of what has come your way; the king will be glad he decided to make you his bride." Tamar said and then languidly dropped the brush on the dressing table.
"This is like a dream come true for me, Tamar, getting married to the king." Berth said, gazing at her reflection in the mirror; the candle at the side of the dressing mirror illuminated her face.
"I always knew I was born to be royalty, born to order people around, and watch people bow at my feet. Something inside me always spoke those words; I dreamed it, and now I am living it." Berth smiled, then slowly rose to her feet.
"You have served me w
