The soldiers walked out of the Art Gallery in chronological order, leaving Brenda, George and Queen Jasmine some privacy. It's not what they wanted to do, but they had to do it. The words of the Queen were the same as the king himself.
'How?' That was the only thing George could manage to utter.
Queen Jasmine grinned, she understood Georges' feelings and the biggest concern or the questions that roamed in his mind.
'I was captured like the rest of you. Actually, there is not much of a difference between you and me. Except that I have been forced to marry king Agaganeeyaa against my will. We are all under the same umbrella just on different levels. I hope you can understand that now.'
George nodded, then sighed heavily. As if he knew what was on her mind and the next possible question in line.
