Chapter 87

"It has, Sarah. I assume you've only arrived now. Pleasure to meet you again."

Lies.

White lies escaped the lips of the Queen's as she looked away from facing the woman in front of her.

Though, that doesn't mean that her lady qualities have vanished. She noticed the brilliant melanin mark on the right side of Sarah's cheek. Porous and wrinkled, nothing like the skin she once argued with her about two decades ago.

"You're always wrongly presuming things, Helen. My son," She caresses the face of her dear son who stands there with a gigantic smile, the one radiating only when he is in his mother's rare presence. "he took care of my journey and I'm well rested in the visitor's quarters."

Curious gazes were exchanged before the Queen finally stands on the same level of platform as the unpleasant visitor.

"We'd like to be alone." The Queen had ordered, looking at the curtains at the end of the hall and nowhere else. From the convex of her vision, s