Chapter 8
- Queen Galina’s POV
- “Ahh!” my palm struck the gold vase on the table and it went flying to the other part of the room shattering to pieces. My clothes were ripped to the side, my cheeks disarrayed with dried-up tear marks and fresh ones copiously flowing down my cheek.
- I didn’t stop there, unable to contain my pain, and pushed the classic wooden table to the floor while disrupting anything my hands or eyes could lay on.