I was petrified, with beads of sweat on my forehead (despite the cold) and stabbing pain in the pit of my stomach.
«Calm down, Bachué, calm down»
Anne Sabine walked in a circle around me.
"So? Are you or are you not an abomination?"
I swallowed hard. I tried to control my breathing and my facial muscles since Anne Sabine would notice the terror on my face. And that would not be good news.
Little by little I regained control over my body and my emotions.
"Keep calm, dark skin," Queen Catherine told me. "Do not show fear or weakness before that woman."
Anne Sabine moved closer to me, like a predator scenting her prey, ready to strike. She smiled wickedly.
