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6 - Detective/mystery
14 - Sahara Desert
5 - A king/queen
14 - Sahara Desert
5 - A king/queen
It had happened. Camille had no idea how it had finally managed but she was queen regnant in her own right. Sitting on her throne in the midst of her desert kingdom, head held high, she faced down the stares that came her way. Some -- most -- assumed that the death of the king had been her doing. The princess was young but what was youth in this court of intrigues?
Many would have suspected the now-queen's tutor, a man who dressed in white and kept his face veiled from sight for reasons that no one could fathom. What had he to hide? Clearly he was a man of many secrets, of many nefarious deeds, else why would he avoid the center of attention so adamantly?
No one, not even Camille, would ever find out that it was her mother the dowager queen that had executed her husband. And it was not even for her daughter, but for herself, because she had fallen in love. Just one sight of the warrior woman from the wild northern jungles and her heart had been snared, her soul finding its mate. She would have followed gladly that woman into oblivion but for her husband.
And now her husband was so conveniently dead.
It was quite the pity that her daughter would have to bear the burden of a crown but Ven could care less for such things. She'd birthed the brat because she could not abort yet another one without raising suspicions and she avoided those almost as much as she avoided the dead king's bed.
So now it was left to the teenaged queen to look out among her subjects and wonder which of them had murdered her father. Then, she couldn't help but wonder, was she next?
