Akila,
The doors thrust open while she was nursing the prince. But she kept ignoring the barging soldiers as she continued to stroke the baby's cheeks.
She knew that this moment was coming soon, and she was prepared at least emotionally to face it.
She raised her head as the young prince got distracted by all the noise around him.
They had chosen the right moment to do this because Bast was absent and the male refused to tell her where he was headed.
But she knows that he was taking care of matters that related to her dilemma.
"Please, come with us, your highness. Your presence is needed in the throne room."
A male said and Akila stood with her son still latched to her nipple and suckled softly.
His interest in what was happening around him had waned and he was back to feeding.
Akila walked regally with her head held high and followed the small group of soldiers.
