"Peter?" Preminger asked from the door.
The murderer turned to him.
"What are you doing here, brother?" Preminger asked.
Then he noticed the dying Queen.
"What have you done?!" Preminger shouted.
His twin smiled slyly.
"You're the next one," Peter said, and stepped a few steps forward his brother.
The frightened Queen looked at the men, terrified. Which one of them was Preminger?
Preminger backed away a few steps, but then stepped firmly to his brother.
The twins granted each other with hits and kicks until it was impossible to understand which one of them was Preminger and which Peter.
The brothers struggled until one of them held the other one on the ground and raised a dagger to attack him.
Preminger let go of the dagger.
"No, I won't do it," he said, and pulled his brother up off the ground.
Preminger held Peter's arms on his back, and took him out of the room, to a guard who took him to the dungeon.
Then, Preminger hurried back to the Queen.
He tried to take hold of her, but Genevieve pushed him away.
"How do I know it's really you?" she asked. Not suspiciously, but sadly.
Preminger lifted Genevieve's head closer to him and looked in her eyes lovingly.
"Because I love you," he said sincerely.
Preminger leaned closer to Genevieve, and kissed her passionately.
Genevieve tried to get away at first, but when their lips met, she calmed.
That was her husband.
When they finally pulled back, Preminger asked, "Do you believe me now?"
"I do," Genevieve smiled.
Then, she let out a small scream.
Her wound was awfully hurting her.
"Let me see," Preminger said and gently lifted the Queen's hands from the wound.
The Queen winced in pain.
Peter had made a deep cut and Genevieve's condition was very bad.
"It's going to be alright," Preminger assured her.
Carefully, Preminger lifted the bloody Queen off the ground, and walked to the doctor's room.
Genevieve looked at him lovingly and then closed her eyes.