The knock on the door was far too timid to be Dalton. Drucilla was lying on her bed, deep in thought. The knock was so soft, she thought she may have only imagined it. After all, who would have the audacity to knock on the queen’s bedroom door without being asked to do so?
The timid knock came again. Drucilla sat up. At first, she wanted to punish whoever it was that dared to disturb her rest. Then she thought better of it. That was something the old Drucilla would have done. The new Drucilla had no intention to punish anyone anymore. Without even knowing who was there, Drucilla was prepared to let her visitor come in and state his business.
Responding to the queen’s command, the door opened slowly and Helen’s face appeared in the room. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she whispered. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
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