Lidah leapt to her feet as though she’d been electrocuted, when she saw Amir walk through the doors. She stared sadly at the man who walked in, his face showing no emotion, as he walked towards the middle of the great hall with Matthew and Pinnah following behind. Assertions showing on their eyes, as they looked around the room making sure no Soldiers were around.
Zantha stood up slowly, pulling a face at seeing the three men. She smiled towards Matthew, holding her hands out for him to take. However, Matthew stood still, glaring hard at the queen and making her frown once more.
“She took it away then?” Zantha sneered as she looked at Matthew with bitterness.
Lidah smiled, sighing so loud, that everyone turned to look at her.
“I would never love someone as foul as you,” Matthew snarled, as he looked at the queen harshly.
Zantha said nothing, merely biting her bottom lip, her heart feeling cold at his words.
Julu had sat on the step near the throne chairs. She was not allowed to sit on the empty throne, and she was not going to sit with Lidah. Their gossip over a nice cup of tea had been over many centuries ago.
Julu stared at Pinnah, unsure what he was doing, as he stood side by side with Matthew, his face showing its normal military posture, and his hand holding on to the hilt of his sword, which was still cased up in its scabbard. She smiled towards him, pleased that he had followed the queen’s orders.
“Come general,” Zantha beckoned, her voice going as softly as it would allow. “You have done well, and you will be rewarded for your loyalty.”
Pinnah shook his head.
“I am not in need of your bribes; I have come to fight for the prince. You deserve no help from me,” Pinnah growled, as he stood straight his hands still holding on to the hilt of his sword and watching the queen intensely, as she began to look at Julu with bitterness at what he had said.
Julu sighed, and stood up as quickly as her arthritic pains would allow, and walked slowly towards the general, cackling to herself as though thinking of something cruel.
Matthew looked at Lidah, he needed her help; a spell to get rid of the wicked witch would be ideal. However, Lidah shrugged sadly, and shook her head, holding her wand in the air, and doing a mime that her wand was unable to work. Matthew sighed, he did not want Julu near the general; he had done enough damage to the man as it was, without Julu making it worse.
Julu stared at Matthew, and smiled curtly.
“You dare block my path so that I cannot take the criminal away?” Julu hissed.
“He deserves nothing, he is assisting the prince, not her,” Matthew protested, as he continued to stare at the wicked witch and pointing his hand harshly towards the queen who continued to glare at Julu, as though blaming her for the unfairness of her plan slowly going into ruins.
Julu gave a heartless cackle, and grabbed Matthew’s sword from its scabbard. Matthew snarled. How she dare take his prized possession!
Julu looked at the sword, touching...