Chapter Eight.

The instant Clement left Helen, she was not herself. She became restless and impatient. Not like she was not always like that most of the times, but it was worst. Worst to the extent, she thought she might die of anxiety. She picked up the letter over and over again, re-reading through the lines like it's content would soften to favor her.

You're not worthy of the life you desire. Give it up.

She was not worthy? Helen could had received any other insults like she was a maniac, a selfish ruler, perhaps even a witch? But not worthy?

She doubled the guards and sent for Clement immediately she received the letter. It was rather frightening to her. Of course it was a warning. A warning she did not take very friendly.

Clement had no choice because he was one of the very few people his Queen could call onto at any hour of the day to seek for guidance. If his thinking were correct, he was the only person Helen could trust. She was all by herself, even if she refused to admit it sometimes. T