Two years had passed since King Nimrod's departure to meet God, and Queen Helena couldn't shake the nagging doubts that had taken root in her mind. She found herself haunted by thoughts of her husband's fate. Had Nimrod been apprehended by Lucifer and his formidable army during his divine encounter? Was he perhaps granted an audience with God, only to be met with divine anger, condemning him to eternal torment in hell? Or worse, had Nimrod orchestrated this entire situation as a means of revenge against her for her past disobedience?
Unable to bear the weight of her anxiety any longer, Queen Helena angrily threw aside the thick fabric she had been using as a blanket and rose from her makeshift bed. Even David, who was diligently preparing breakfast, couldn't help but notice her frenzied movements.
"Did you have a disturbing dream, Your Royal Highness?" he inquired, concern evident in his voice.
"No!" Queen Helena snapped.
