Queen Violeta had a scowl on her face as she marched to her husband's chambers. She had tried to see him earlier, but the physician had turned her away, saying it wasn't a good time because the king was asleep. She had requested that she be informed as soon as he woke up.
A servant had come to her moments before to inform her that he was awake, and she had immediately made her way to his chambers. They shared the same wing but no longer the same bedroom nor the same floor.
Years ago, they did, but the sicker the king became, the crankier he grew, and the more alone time he needed. She had not shared a room with him since the year he sent their son away. It was surprising how quickly time had passed. To think it had already been a decade.
