I did not stop until I reached my room. I vomited on the floor. I cried without sound. I wanted to leave
but I knew I could not. The gates were locked at night.
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but I knew I could not. The gates were locked at night.
but she was not moving.
” the queen said. “Like the others.”
” she said.
it was one child. A boy who used to sell oranges near the gate. People said he ran away. Then a girl from the river side. Then another boy. Always poor children. Always children with no strong family.
the room smelled bad. Like blood and smoke. There were bowls on the floor. Dark stains on the mat. The queen stood near the wall. She was washing her hands.
the head maid sent me to bring water to the inner room. This had never happened before. My hands shook as I walked there.
I heard crying. Not loud. Soft. Like someone trying not to be heard. It came from the inner room
I heard things.
they laughed it off. “She has good blood
at first.
in a small town in West Africa. We had a queen. She was not born a queen. She married the king when he was already old. When he died
She smiled while the child stopped breathing.
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