I was summoned to court early in the morning and sent to greet an ambassador from a far land. I couldn't refuse the order, and his majesty knew very well that I was looking forward to meeting my Queen. I wanted to be by her side when she was brought to court, to reassure her that everything would have turned out fine.
Yet, I had to have lunch with a foreign delegation.
When I came back, it was already late. Thea was already in the throne hall. Her wrists were tied with heavy chains, and she was wearing the same clothes as when she surrendered.
Her shoulders were straight, and she was gazing around as if she wasn't afraid of anything.
A guard pulled her chains, bringing her in front of the throne. She returned the stares with her royal, solemn face, and I decided that enough was enough.
