Queen by Daya Daniels

Author:Daya Daniels [Daniels, Daya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sayad Books
Published: 2019-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Alexander

“CLEAR A PATH FOR the King!” The guard marching ahead of me yells.

Having already crossed over the drawbridge and working to shrug into my shirt, I stride ahead.

A crowd has already gathered.

The guards flank both sides of the gathering where Shaw is hunched over with narrowed eyes.

“Your Majesty.” Hamilton rushes forward. “Your Majesty, please keep back.”

I silence him with the gesture of my hand.

Shaw meets my eyes and with a little shake of his head, he, without words, advises me that the situation is grim. The incessant weeping which surrounds us mixes in with the soft breeze. The fresh scent of grass and the English air fills my nostrils. I take one more step and then another and another.

“I am sorry, Your Majesty, but there is nothing we can do.” Shaw frowns.

My face twists into the most heinous expression as I examine the dead body which lies at my boots.

Matron Rhodes covers her mouth and nose and continues to weep. “She loved the moat.”

Pardon me?

“She has always found lingering near it soothing, I am not certain why.” Matron Rhodes sobs.

The Duchess of Manchester lets out a wail before she collapses in her husband’s arms.

“I would say the cause of death is drowning, Your Highness.” Shaw’s brows arch.

Sister Rebecca is already praying.

But prayers do not bring the dead back to life…

I cock my head to the side and regard Morganna…only she doesn’t quite look as I remember…

Her skin is the same hue as the sky. Her mouth is fixed in a slanted position. And her once blonde locks are dark since they’re saturated and stuck to her limp body. There is no animation in her features. All is gone…

The Duke of Manchester approaches me. “She disappeared last night just after the torches went out around the castle. I thought maybe she’d just gone for a stroll and would return with the morning light, but she never came back.”

“Your Majesty.” A guard steps forward to speak. “We searched the castle…We found her here. We believe she has been in the moat for quite some time.”

I nod a little nod.

“I am very sorry.” I turn to face the Duke and Duchess of Manchester. “You have my condolences.”

The couple nods before they hobble away and stand near Sister Rebecca and begin to pray.

I bow my head and settle into the Lord’s prayer in Latin, mumbling the words in unison with the small crowd which has gathered here. “Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum…”

“What on earth is going on?” Briar rushes forward.

With one grasp, my fingers curl around her forearm, stopping her from passing where I stand.

“Oh my God.” Twisting around, she crashes into my chest and I hold her tight. “Is she dead?”

I pull her close. “Yes.” I mumble into her tresses. “Yes, she drowned.” Twisting to my left, I regard Vesper who watches our interaction with a curious expression, but she looks away from me before I can discern it.

“I am very sorry for your loss, Duke and Duchess.

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