Delora was walking around in the garden with a goblet of wine in her hand and as usual, resting her hand on the hint of her golden sword. At that moment, some of the guards walked onto her bowed respectfully as respect.
"Someone is here to see you, your grace."
He said staring at the ground doesn't dare to look at her glorious face, Delora nodded, as she sipped her wine, that made her think about the stranger's identity, who would be here, maybe a spy from Laura, the loser queen? A sarcastic smile appeared on her pale face although pointed at the guard.
"let him in."
As she said that the guard cleared his voice opened his mouth once again doesn't sure about his next words.
"she, your grace, it's a girl."
As he released this, Delora stepped closer onto him, lifts his chin with her thumb angrily glaring into his eyes.
"who is she? the loser queen? or her pathetic grandchild?"
