“Do you hear yourself how ridiculous you sound,” said the queen as she was comfortably seated in her chair slowly like a bird pecking the grape grain by grain.
“Mother, you must trust me,” Franco was explaining himself. “We faced him, and he is real, the n***d man is real, and the sigil is real.”
“I took you for an intellectual, I suppose I was wrong, who would have thought that those words would come out from your mouth? People would think you`ve become a madman!” the queen laughed.
“You think this is funny!?” Franco walked angrily toward the throne as the guards grabbed him and stopped him. The queen was surprised and angered by the same time, her son, her one and only son was about to attack her.
“Watch your behavior boy,” she stood in front of him as
