CHAPTER 5

The walk towards the Queen's bedroom was a long one. She resided in the second floor. The red carpet laid out throughout the corridors gave an extravagant look. Ayesha could feel the cold breeze through her hair as she went along with Quetsiya. The caretaker stopped right at the door. Ayesha glanced at her 'sister'. She could sense the nervousness. Ayi held out her hand and caught Quetsiya's and reassured her through a nod. Together they walked in.

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The long carved wooden door was swung wide open and in walked the two ladies. They expected the mother figure to be asleep or having her meal. However what they did not expect was the pool of blood they stepped into.

Ayesha was the first one to see her. The mother. Her throat slit from side to side. She was lying on her back with her hands lying on the opposite sides. Her eyes were wide open and her face was frozen cold.

The sight was nauseous. Quetsiya broke down on her knees, whimpering and praying. Ayesha stood still, not sure how to react. The whole day has been trying. The atmosphere turned grim.

Ayi walked closer towards the body. It looked like she was dead for a while. When she turned around, there was a bowl of soup strewn across the floor. The maids might have come in before them. She went back to Quetsiya and pulled her up. Unsure what to do next, Ayesha examined the entire room. That's when they heard a loud siren going off. It seemed to come from the other side of the palace. The ladies came out of the room and found a group of soldiers marching towards the room Ayesha was previously in. Alarms started going off in Ayi's head. She tugged at Quetsiya and the caretaker knew what was happening. It was only seconds before the ladies started running.

Ayesha knew in her mind. As clear as day. Whoever the father was, he is not planning to let her leave....