The next morning, Genevieve's tries to move were not quite successful.

She managed to take a few steps, but then collapsed back to the bed.

Her wound was still hurting her.

Preminger wanted to help her, but the Queen just said, "I'm okay. I can do it myself."

Genevieve stood up bravely and this time managed to stay up.

Arduously, she walked out of the room, and into the throne room.

Preminger left her to tell Anneliese that her mother is okay.

Genevieve looked around in the throne room.

Her blood was cleaned up and everything was back to normal.

A servant stepped in and told the Queen that breakfast was ready.

Then, he left the room, and Genevieve started walking towards the door.

From around a corner came out a man.

He had a dark cape, and his head was coated with a hood.

"Who are you?" Genevieve asked as she backed away, because the man came towards her.

"No one important. But you are," the man answered, and pushed the Queen against the wall.

"What are you do-?" Genevieve couldn't finish her question.

The man had put his hand on her neck, and was now strangling the Queen.

"Stop... Let me go..." Genevieve managed to say with the last air she had.

Genevieve couldn't breath.

With her last strength, she tried to struggle out of the man's grasp.

With his other hand, the man held the Queen still.

He pressed right on Genevieve's wound, which made the Queen scream.

Preminger, Princess Anneliese and Julian sat at the table.

"Where is Mother?" Anneliese wondered.

"I thought she was coming here," Preminger said.

"Maybe she..." Anneliese said, but stopped. "Listen!"

When they listened carefully, they could hear quiet screaming and then coughing.

The next moment, they were up on their feet, running towards the throne room.

When Preminger, Anneliese and Julian entered the throne room, the Queen was leaning against the wall, breathing arduously.

"What happened?" Anneliese asked as they hurried to the Queen.

"I... I don't know," Genevieve answered.

Everyone could hear how scared she was.

"A man just barged in and..." Genevieve said, panting. "He attacked me and..."

"And what?" Anneliese asked.

"He must have known about my wound. He pressed right on it," Genevieve said and took hold of her wound.

"Could it be the Doctor?" Julian suspected.

"Maybe," Genevieve said, and walked to Preminger. "I'm afraid to be alone right now. I need someone near me."

"Don't worry, my dear. I will not let anything happen to you again," Preminger said and embraced the Queen. "No one will harm you."