"You are wise as you are merciful, Your Majesty." Lola curtsied as she cautiously took the king's open hand, ignoring the disgruntled look in the royal secretary's eyes. She wasn't sure of the king's next action as he slowly led her away from the stench of blood and death all around them. She inhaled and exhaled, preparing her mind to counter her grandfather if he didn't take immediate action.
Lola had a strange and unwavering feeling that a traitor was amongst them. She had a feeling that someone, who didn't want her to speak with Sir Ghalib, could take advantage of her departure and kill him. Tilting her head backwards, in search of Amir, she was met with a hostile look from some of the royal council members.
