CHAPTER 8 Discovery

Fredrick sat in the bed brooding, if all things, went right, he'd soon be with Camilla. He trusted Hawthorne to keep to his word. Suddenly, the door opened and a middle aged woman stepped in. 'Your grace, your mother is in the lobby, she's asking of you.' 'Thank you, that'll be all. I'll be down shortly.' The maid left, shutting the door behind her. Perhaps, Andrea has told her of the divorce. Quickly he pulled on a pyjama and slippers as he unlocked the door and made for the lobby. *** Queen Agatha, despite her advancing years, still possessed an aura of regal beauty. At the age of seventy-five, her face bore the gentle lines of wisdom and experience, softened by the remnants of youth. Sitting in the lobby, she exuded an air of grace and authority, her posture straight and dignified. Her eyes, though slightly dulled by age, retained a spark of intelligence and warmth, reflecting the depth of her character. Her hair, once a lustrous cascade of chestnut waves, was now el