"She is in there, cleaning herself."
The veiled lady pointed to a door to her left. The queen was inside there, taking a bath. She really needed one.
…
Two weeks later.
'Are they still at it?'
The veiled lady was walking into the direction of the queen's chamber. She looked hesitant, unsure if she should be guiding the queen's only blood relative, her cousin Natasha to that place.
Natasha had surprisingly visited the queen and wanted to meet.
She looked around, the guards were still there, doing their job, standing guard outside the queen's chamber.
They were used to it by now. The queen's constant moans, it had been more than two weeks. They did not bother with the pretense anymore.
"At this point, they might as well just do it out in the open."
Chuckling, one of the guards whispered to his colleague standing nearby.
They had seen the adulterous couple naked, with clothes, half-dressed, without clothes. And the moans, the voices, they could visualise it all.
