Patricia could not get over what she saw. Calhoun looked lifeless, sunken to the bottom of his bath. How come he was seated on his throne by the next morning? She had run away after she screamed. She even went the opposite way so that she would not be seen leaving the king's chamber in such a rush.
"My King." She greeted, bowing deeply to show her respect, although it was just a means to cover her fear.
"Patricia," Calhoun called. "Where have you been all morning?"
"My king I.." she paused. What was she supposed to say? That she saw him sunken in his bath and assumed he had died? "I was in the servants' room."
Calhoun's brow came up in a questioning manner. "The servants' room?"
"Yes, My King," Patricia said and nodded severally to prove her point.
Calhoun chuckled. "What were you d
