104. Grandmother's decision

Vrinda Simard was drinking in his chamber. His long and dynamic figure was shadowed under the low flame. His dark eyes were heavy and red. It was not warm but his face was sweaty. Today, in the morning, whatever Jane Dover said to him, it circled in his senses. Even after drinking a lot, those words did not vanish. He still remembered how angry and sad she was.

Vrinda Simard poured another glass of wine and gulped it. If she had heard the conversation, shouldn't she listen to him, too? She should not directly blame him for Darius Simard's absence.

He threw the glass of wine and stood up angrily. So, he finally did what he should not have done. She had begun to hate him, again. He frowned.

"Your Highness." Commander Sebestian entered the chamber and looked at his back.

"The queen of Vontash has arrived."

Vrinda Simard's frustration got vanished and he looked at him in surprise.