The messanger couldn’t decide about his next action. Should he agree with the rants of the cruel queen or should he take care of his bleeding mouth.

　　‘What was my fault? ‘

　　The blood was spilling out mercilessly from his mouth trickling down to his jaw to his shirt and breech drenching them in the process and then finally colouring the floor.

　　Not even for a second, a look of sympathy adorned the queen’s eyes. In the end messanger’s body succumbed to the blood loss and he fainted. After throwing a last glance at the fainted body of the messanger, she strolled out of the dark room ordering one of...