The old
lady was quick for an old woman with a bum knee, Grayson thought as
he rushed down the halls to find her. He seen her plump form dash to
the stairs. The stairs that would take her directly to the King's
floor. She knew! She was going to tell the King! Grayson panicked and
raced after the old lady, grabbing her arm so that he could stop her
from telling the King. But he lost his grip on the old woman's arm
and her arms flailed in the air before she tumbled down onto the hard
stone stairs. Down, down, down thirty eight stairs. Her head hitting
the third step and blood pooling around her as she landed, lifelessly
on the cold white floor.
Grayson
rushed to the old woman's side, unaware that she was still very much
alive. When he bent down to check she clawed at him with her gnarled
hands. "You are a vial deceitful man!" she spat, blood
coming from her mouth. "To sleep with the Queen, the woman
married to your father!" Blood leaking from her eyes, she had
one last thing to say before she finally succumbed to her death,
"With my finale breathe, I curse you. Grayson, bastard of King
David, you shall never have the love you seek. You have the Queen
now, but the time will come when she will no longer want you. The one
who loves you will never have your heart and the one who has yours,
will be the death of you."
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