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[Queen Sarah]

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Riding on her steed, Sarah tries to remain calm. Entering the city gates she scans the crowds and down the wide streets of Nujelm. Not seeing the one person she craves to find, Sarah looks detached as the procession makes its way down to the Palace.

Guards come forward as they come up to the front gate. Giving her reins to them, she slides off her horse and enters her family home. Taking a deep breath she feels the emptiness of its weigh upon her. Standing up straight she goes to greet the household staff and inquires as to who is within.

Learning that only Lady Sywien is in residence, Sarah goes directly to her chambers. Waiting for the door to close Sarah slumps by the bed. Her gown fluffs around her sunken body like a halo of rich red color. Laying her head on the edge of the massive mattress with her arms flung out on top of the bed she softly begins to cry. Slowly her slender fingers curl, fisting the bedding in her tight grasp. The emptiness drains her entire body, never had she felt such betrayal and loneliness.

“All he had to do was to be here. Leave the side of whatever harlot he was warming and come to greet me. Put on some show of affection then he could return to whatever. Hu-mans...they can not be trusted in any matter of honor and love." Fighting back body-racking sobs, Sarah pulls from the bedside and throws up on the floor beside her. Wiping the spittle from her lips she heaves again, this time harder. Her body rolling with each wet retching heave.

As soon as her sickness swept over her it fades. Sitting back down with her back against the side of the bed she takes unsure deep breaths. Gaining her strength back, Sarah gets up and looks at herself in the mirror over her wet sink. Dipping her hands into the clean water she splashes some upon her face. Feeling a little more refreshed she looks herself over. “I didn’t soil myself…” then looks back at the floor “just that”. Still weaken by the emotional strain of her marriage, Sarah pulls the bell cord by the bed. As she leaves the chamber the maid passes her. With the flick of her hand she points the soil floor and goes to her mother with a harden heart.