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Guinevere took her dinner alone in her chamber, not sure she could face Lord Melwas and his suspicions again. To have come so far, and think she was finally safe, only to be cast into a pit of uncertainty again...fate must truly hate her.
"Beg pardon, Your Majesty..." The guard bowed from the doorway.
Guinevere dropped her spoon back into her half-eaten bowl of soup. She had no appetite today, anyway. "Yes?"
"Your presence is required in the throne room."
Was the queen expected to dispense justice in the absence of the king? She had little experience in such things, but she would do her duty, if she must.
She rose and followed the guard.
Heavens, did she look queenly enough to sit in judgement?
She'd never had to worry much about her appearance back home – the maids had o
