Slow Poison

Queen Nadia cleared her throat, the ache in her chest causing her to bite down slowly on her inner lip. She didn't say any word to Richmond as they slowly made their way to the Yarkush official convoy, amid brief stops to entertain a few remarks and guests.

She would occasionally pat his muscular arm holding her frail hand reassuringly while smiling inwardly at his endearing and protective aura.

Though constantly in pain, Queen Nadia never showed it. She maintained a sweet smile on her wrinkled face, making it difficult for even the one responsible for her deteriorated health to reconsider her strategy. She knew her days were numbered and she intended to make the best use of it before her last dreadful day came.