"My queen…" the maid paused as she watched the queen look at herself. She could slowly see what the queen was noticing. Her body was changing and so was her face. The maid held back a gasp as she finally understood what was happening, she finally understood why the queen spoke in riddles and spoke of secrets so highly. "My queen are you…" she dared ask and before the queen could say anything. They heard it. That one sound that that she always feared.
The alarm.
Immediately, she grabbed the newborn and the bags that had been placed on the side as she knew it was the only one for the child. The queen looked at her confused and the door was pushed open by the guards. "What is going on?" the queen asked and there was no time to explain. "Hurry my queen, I said and grabbed her hand as we hurried out of the room.
