My maids styled my hair perfectly and placed the crown on my head. The weight of the crown was heavy, but I had to bear with it, and I have to wear it everywhere ever since I became Queen.
We went to the open space where Atticus was chained; he looked exhausted and immediately lightened up as he saw me.
"Your Highness! Please have mercy! I'm so famished and tired, I've been begging for water but no one answered me. Please, Your Majesty!" He cried out.
My maids brought a wooden chair and I saw it opposite it. The sun was too much so they had to bring an umbrella-like cover to protect my head from the sun.
A guard held the cover over my head firmly.
"Do you agree that everything you did to your kids is bad?" I asked.
"I agree, Your Highness..I agree!"
"No, you don't," I replied and watched as he raised his head to look at him. "If you have the slightest idea of what you did to your daughters, you will be rolling on the floor and begging for death!" I added.
"But I'm sorry…
