Lady Runa lay in a deep slumber, oblivious to the bustling activities around her. The royal doctor and his attendants had been doing their best to revive her, but her rest remained unbroken.
Meanwhile, Queen Emma's agitated pacing reverberated throughout her chamber. With each brisk step, the sharp clacks of her heels struck the wooden floor, filling the room with a restless energy.
Since the news of Lady Runa's return had reached her ears, her anxiety had been relentless. Her thoughts raced, a maelstrom of questions and concerns swirling in her mind.
What would transpire now? Would Henrie uncover Eleanor's dark fixation with collecting men? And, if he did, would he choose to overlook it?
The queen's impatience grew as she repeatedly inquired about the ongoing situation. However, her ladies-in-waiting had no fresh information to provide.
