CHAPTER 74
Grace sat on her throne long after everyone else had retreated.
Short electric flames danced in her eyes, flickering with barely contained rage.
King Charlenugo lingered beside her, studying her quietly. "Get some rest," he suggested, in a low voice.
She gave a small nod. "I'll join you," she said.
He took the hint and exited, leaving her alone with the silence.
The hall fell still, every echo of movement having vanished. Grace glanced at her fingers. An emerging anger flared again, seizing her thoughts. "Robert is putting me through a lot and I gave him a promise, that I would deal with him," she whispered in a hushed, deep tone.
Queen Jonah entered gently. Her red acrylic nails clicked softly with each movement, adding something sharp to her presence.
"You let him live," she said as she approached, only to stop short at the sight of King Quicke.
She stood halfway across the room, her eyes fixed on him, hesitant. Her hands twisted at her sides, unsure.
