Malcolm
"Avery," I called, spotting her sneaking into the inner sanctum and a sheepish look came over her face before she turned and cringed from the pain. With her back bothering her and the markings on her flesh, I could tell her truthfully that she was the queen. "I want to show you something."
Not waiting for her reply, I took her hand in mine. Her skin was cold to the touch as I pushed open the heavy, oak doors. The hallway opened up with tapestries and paintings on either side of previous queens and their court. Ahead stood the gold and diamond thrones. The Queen's in the middle of a semi-circle with her consorts' thrones beside hers.
"Do you like it?" I asked when she didn't say anything.
"Ay-yes." She rushed forward. "But why show me this? Isn't it sacrilegious for anyone to be
