Rhynera stepped out of the bathing chambers, her damp hair falling loosely down her back.
A thin robe clung to her skin, and the cold breeze brushing through the open corridor made her shiver slightly.
She had only wanted a moment of peace, perhaps a stroll through the garden to breathe under the stars and clear her thoughts.
She reached for the crushed herbs beside the pillar, the ones her handmaid had prepared to calm her nerves.
But before her fingers could close around them, Queen Sephora emerged from the archway.
Rhynera quickly bowed, in respect her voice soft, "Your Majesty… may the night bless your rest."
The queen didn't respond. Her sharp eyes raked over Rhynera's form with cool disdain.
"So this is the fool they sent to stand beside my son," the queen said coldly.
Rhynera felt hurt at her words, she had already planned how she would get the queen to work by her side but here because of her sister's silly plans the queen hates her already.
