"Are you sure about this my queen?" Asks the royal guard.
"Do not question me when I am trying to save this kingdom from disgrace Dominic. Now, do as you are told." She tells him.
"As you wish my queen." He answers, as he drags away the royal guard captain's wife and burns her body, leaving no trace of her.
***
She sets down her basket as she comes from the river. Without expecting it, she feels the trickles of warm liquid down her torso. Looking down, she sees the tip of a sword protruding from her abdomen.
She falls to the ground clutching the man who had run her through, unable to see him clearly. She pulls him into the sword then, with the little strength she has left, throws him down.
"Andrea! No...no! Andrea, speak to me!" Shouts Caramel running towards her sister.
"Ge...get Ame..lia away from here. Please. No..nobody must know." She answers her and with that, breathes her last.
Caramel, wiping away a tear collects her belongings and Amelia. "I will avenge you Andrea. I swear." She says and flees.
***
"It is done my queen." The royal guard says.
"Excellent Dominic. You may leave." She waves him off, smiling at her new found victory.
***
She stares at her son as she walks over to him. "It was over before it even started my dear." She says.
"She was with child mother." He answers. "My child. Who could be such a monster?" He asks his eyes turning glassy.
She winces at the word monster. All she wanted was to get rid of his idiotic idea of loving a filthy maid. "I...uhm..the person who did that probably wanted you to be careful with your decisions." She anwers.
He then lets a tear fall freely and walks away angrily, past his wife and into the courtyard.
"Dominic!" He yells now running. "Domimic!"
"Yes sire?" Replies Dominic.
"I need you to fight me." He says.
"Sire?" He questions.
"Just do it!" He spits angrily.
Then, the doors open and the prince and his escorts enter the main room amid laughters. They greet the queens and proceed to the courtyard.
They stop and stare in shock as the king and his royal guard engage in a brutal duel with their swords. Both the prince and Mia run in between them to stop the fight. Observing the angry red flesh on the king's face.
"Father! What is the meaning of this?" Asks the prince.
The king then softening his gaze at his son, drops his sword and storms away to his chambers without a word. The royal guard then walks away rubbing his jaw