"Finally, after four long years, Orig would return to the palace," she whispered softly to herself as she stood before the mirror. Her wild, untamed hair was now combed into a style that framed her face attractively. She adjusted her attire carefully, the soft fabric clinging to her figure, before rising from the bed. Her gaze fell upon the man lying next to her. She stared at his unmoving form, the quiet stillness in the room accentuating the tension she felt in the air.
"You need to rise quickly. I no longer need you here. Orig is on his way to me."
The man opened his eyes slowly, gazing at her with a faint smirk. "Meral... I mean, my Queen Meral, it's still early. Besides, His Majesty would never come to your wing first. He will, of course, head to the wing that once belonged to Queen Taya. I don't understand why he insists on having it cleaned every day. Hah, that Taya isn't coming back. Maybe she's beneath the soil by now."
