You entered the queen's chamber. Her gaze is fixed upon you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"Your Majesty," You greeted, bowing and attempting to mask your unease with a forced smile.

You are her favorite concubine, or you at least were once. The gossip about you being a spy working for the enemy kingdom and all the evidence against you casted a shadow of betrayal over your relationship.

"Tell me," Queen Verena's voice is icy. "Is there any truth to the claims? Are you a traitor?"