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The Author's POV.
Early in the morning, she woke up with a brilliant plan. If its goes well then Grandmother will be on her side and the Emperor will come back to his senses.
"Malia what do you think?" She threw the orange in her hand at the maid. "Is my plan going to be successful or not?"
"It depends my lady. The Emperor is hard to predict" Malia said, picking up the dirt's that her mistress threw around the room.
The room was littered with oranges, peels, papers and ink. It's was Malia's duty clean. Queen Valeria cared less. She stood up from her seat and went to the mirror. There, she brought her face up and glared into it. Many things have changed within these few weeks. The way she dressed with out makeup. No wonder the Emperor did not care to look at her for second. Queen Ariadne has taken everything from her including the Emperor.
