Agatha (42)

Outside, Agatha looked to be calm and silent as she waited for the two men to come out. It had been half an hour since the door to the room closed, and no change appeared on her face. However, inwardly, she was actually screaming and pulling her hair out of frustration. The eyes of her knights and the king's royal soldiers pinned at her were the only thing stopping her in doing it for real.

Deep inside, she really hated how Holon's supreme ruler suddenly went off the script, grabbing the target she wanted to nail on the cross for a talk instead of decreeing his death.

Why? What had gone wrong? What suddenly had gone into the king's head?

Several minutes later, when her patience and calmness wore out, she could no longer help but blurt out her worries, "Will His Majesty be alright, being left alone with that blasphemer? That James uses dark arts… and I'm worried that he will use them against His Majesty. Can't we really break-in?"