Morava called her maid and asked her to arrange a carriage for her in the evening.
"Where would you like to go, m'lady?" she asked.
"That is none of your concern!" Morava snapped. How could she tell the maid that she was planning on escaping the Hydra Kingdom? Even if she found one crack in the seal, she would escape at the first opportunity. "Just do as I say."
The maid gritted her teeth. She bowed to Morava and then walked out of the door, cursing and grumbling.
"Why are you so irritated, Gema?" asked the guard who was strolling in the corridor, least bothered about the security of the queen. He dragged a long puff from his tobacco roll and let out a big cloud of smoke.
"That bloody bitch!" Gema grumbled. "She is rejected by three Alphas and yet she thinks that she is the queen. Eight Alphas are left to reject her!"
