LXIX
Feet grazed the floor as it would in battle, eyes scouring the surrounding like a predator then it darted to the prey who happens to be Shamira whose heart was racing as her mother scrutinized her.
" Do you know what this means? You're going to have a competitor. Someone else might beget an heir apparent to the throne of Verdes" Shamira held the urge to roll her eyes at the thought of having a child for someone as vicious as Cyprian.
" Mom, what can I do? Is it my fault I couldn't conceive? Her mother glared at her striking an intimidating pose.
" Are you giving up? Shamira I didn't raise a failure. What has come over you? Soon, Cyprian will make her queen. Do you know what that means? Shamira heaved helplessly pacing.