Allies and Traitors

NARRATOR

Queen Iphigenia lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating the further actions that should be taken regarding all the matters at hand. Her head ached dreadfully, but still there was not rest to be taken, and she had replied on the herbs to make that headache go away. They haven't started working yet though. 

Her room was furnished to the bare minimum. The crimson wallpapers on the walls were studded with portraits of various Queen that had ruled over the Kingdom in the bygone ages. On the mantle piece, stood a vial containing something purple, a potion to afford her some time before the curse took it's full effect. Off late, the medicines have stopped working altogether, and every living moment was now becoming a agony to her.