She sat in an empty room, staring at the walls and every corner of the room, wondering what they wanted from her or whoever ordered those men to take her to this beautiful but empty room.
She could see it had portraits of people she did not recognize. They were probably people who had lived in this place, ancestors, families, and friends. And she concluded that most of them were probably dead.
She walked over to the other side of the room, trying to find a clue of what to expect with this meeting. It could not be the King or the Queen. But who else would want to see her in private?
"No." She uttered in frustration. "I hope it is not them again." Suddenly, she remembered Val and her friends. Or even Annette? Should she expect to get bullied again?
