He sat at his desk, the candle light flickering lightly. Shadows danced around the room, making it hard to concentrate on the scroll before him. He slapped his ink brush down and sighed heavily, running his fingers through his damp hair.
There was a knock at the door.
He took deep breaths to rid his mind of his current frustrations.
"Come in."
The door creaked as it was slowly pushed open, and for some reason, he regretted not having the hinges oiled. The woman in the doorway bowed.
"Your highness."
He gestured for her to continue with a nod of his head .
"The child won't feed from the breast of another woman and is becoming ill."
"Take her to her mother."
"With all due respect, your majesty, the dungeons are not a place for child."
"Are you perhaps suggesting that we transport the traitor to the upper floors?"
"I am." she said in a stern voice. He clenched his fist as she turned to leave, his anger beckoning that he rip her head from her shoulders , and it took every ounce of self control he had not to.
He stood from his chair and slowly made his way to the door.