Chapter one hundred and one: What broke Judd?
Eileen took a quiet walk in the king's garden. There was no one in sight. She could relax and take in a breath of fresh air. A tiny voice in her head went off every step she took but she ignored it. She didn't need a voice in her head to remind her she was where she wasn't supposed to be. She was trespassing.
Eileen clutched the little scroll in her hand tighter like it was a source of comfort. If she closed her eyes and took in a long breath, she would feel herself relax even hear her own heartbeat.
She was a bothered Queen who needed a break from the noisy world.
Eileen looked around and saw the woodwork of perfect designs in form of chairs and tables yet the only place that looked enticing was by a big tree she didn't recognize.
She just wanted to sit on the well trimmed grass and lean against the tree with a good book but she didn't have any book. But it didn't stop her from sitting on the floor.
