Her grand vizier bowed and left the room. Analia was dragging in a breath when suddenly a knock sounded and a different door to her suite opened to reveal her lady-in-waiting. She quickly pasted a smile on her face. ‘Do you need anything else, Your Highness?’ Analia curbed the spiking of irritation, which had nothing to do with her staff. She shook her head and wished that just for once someone would address her as Analia. ‘No thank you, Cecily. That’ll be all for this evening.’ ‘Very well. I’ll see you in the morning.’ ‘Good night. And thank you for today.’ The young woman left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Now Analia did drag in a big breath while kicking off her shoes. She went to both doors and turned the locks, pathetically grateful for even this small gesture of privacy between her and her demanding world. A world that had been demanding her attention since she’d been crowned Queen at the unfeasibly young age of nine, following the tragic deaths of her parents.
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