Chapter hundred and eighty: The mad king.
Rosemund realized very late that she hadn't seen the Queen for hours, not since she made the declaration of her impending marriage to Ernesto's son in exchange for her brother's release. She expected Jamie to be in her room trying to talk her out of it or Judd fussing over her and threatening hell fire if she doesn't call it off but so far, there was no Jamie or Judd.
So far, she was alone in her room trying to stop herself from calling whenever the feeling of dread descended over her whenever she thought of her impending nuptials.
Her weak stomach had made her throw up at least twice in the past hour and she could see the look of disgust in her maid's face whenever she had to clean up her mess.
"Open the window, maid" Rosemund asked the girl who was almost two years older than her.
