Alessandria’s heart raced.
Nothing happened.
Alessandria turned her attention to the Queen.
“And as I decreed in the Peace treaty, in exchange for friendships and trade, I am hereby decreeing all our forces to return here immediately. All operations are to stop in Mortisical!”
The military commanders shouted, and the Church people screamed about the missionaries they had lost.
The crowd moved in a wave of anger.
Alessandria tensed.
People moved through the crowd.
Alessandria needed to see a weapon.
She couldn’t scream out a warning without proof.
The Queen’s guards slammed their shields down.
The crowd got angrier.
Nemesio tensed.
Someone in a black cloak was approaching the stage.
They paced towards the Queen.
Alessandria saw a pistol.
“Assassin!” she screamed. Running at the Queen.
The guards instantly formed a wall around the Queen.
The assassin fired.
A shot screamed through the air.
Hitting a Guard’s shield.
People screamed.
They ran.
Alessandria jumped off the stage.
She looked around.
The assassin was gone.
“For the Triad!” people screamed as twenty people in dark cloaks charged towards the stage.
CHAPTER 4
At least with the Queen speaking it stopped all those awful noises of the pointless people muttering and chatting. I do hate noise even a whisper can sometimes sound like a shout.
Looking around the immense stone chamber with the rows of burning candles and sunlight coming through the ugly stained glass windows. I acknowledged the fools in the crowd. From the pompous and ultimately useless military commanders and captains to the hateful Church people that stunk of so-called smelly holy oil. Even now they sneered at me and Harrison.