Taryn paced up and down impatiently in her bedroom.
"Where is that blasted maid! Did she do as she was told? This is so irritating," she muttered to herself.
She never liked being kept to wait. Being patient was not her strong suit. She was unable to focus on anything else than on what she had on her mind.
She picked up one of the pillows on the couch and threw it at the wall in frustration. She scoffed and was about to throw another one when a knock on the door rang.
"Enter.".
"Your majesty, the friar you asked for is here," the maid bowed as she entered. The friar was behind her, he bowed as well.
"Greetings your majesty," the friar said.
Taryn turned around and scoffed, "Finally, how long did it take you?".
"Your majesty I had to—".
"I do not need to hear your silly excuses, pick up that pillow and go your way," Taryn interrupted.
