By the age of ten I had always had a grown woman as my lady in waiting. She was one of my mother's personal attendants and she would always accompany me everywhere I went. Next when I had turned fifteen years old I had assigned Marilyn to me who was two years elder to me and one of my most important confidents ever.
Even though she was a bit slow at times she had proved herself to be my best friend that I could ever ask and current stage was an evidence of this.
The noose had been tied securely against her neck and the rope was so strong that it had held her security the entire night because I could see morning dew slightly on her.
I could not believe it. I could not feel the tears that left my eyes or even if there in the first place I could not believe that my friend, the one that had been loyal to me to the very end was now hanging by a rope for an entire night just to save me.
