She swallowed, gazing at her friendly maid, whose raised her eyebrows, trying to show her support. The familiar pain on her chess. Her mouth dried, so she took a sip from the nearly wine. She had never drunk before, and it burned into her throat for a second before she swallowed it down.
There was not time to reflect or think of an answer. She knew exactly what she had to say. What the King needed to hear. She just had to combine those words together to reassure John and save herself from a risky, dangerous situation.
She stood up, gazing at the old woman who provoked her, and her proud smile somehow pushed the lady to motivate her enough to accept the challenge and find the voice to reply.
