Reunited

“How can it be you?” the queen whispered, her voice filled with disbelief as she stared at the figure sitting before her. Her life has been nothing but a roller coaster lately.

Belrose smirked, a cold glint present in her eyes. “You should have known better than to mess with what’s mine.”

The queen stood frozen as she was too stunned to speak. She tried to look for her weapon but before she could reach it, Belrose flicked her wrist, and a dagger whizzed past the queen’s face, fixing itself into the bedpost and narrowly missing her face by mere centimeters.

“Don’t you dare move,” Belrose warned, her tone was sharp and commanding.

“I-I…” The queen stammered, her voice shaky. “I meant no harm to Anne. I haven’t hurt her. I’m protecting her here in my palace.”

She had so many excuses to give Belrose the right at this moment.

Belrose’s gaze hardened. “Then why has not she been sent back? Charlotte was returned. Why not Anne?”

The queen swallowed nervously, trying to muster her courage.