— Sir Lion, delay our return for a few more hours — ordered Karina as she opened the carriage door and hurried down. — I need to speak with my husband, the king.
The knight nodded in silence, without question. Keeping a firm grip on the reins, he watched the queen walk away with quick steps. If she could no longer approach the Black Eagle, Karina would make them reveal their claws before the king.
— Well, Queen Karina — a voice echoed down the stone corridor leading to the inner gardens. Deep and animated. — Is your majesty going to visit our esteemed king?
