ALPHA QUEEN RANIA

down on a sofa. The quietest place to exist for her was now buzzing

t shockwaves throughout the kingdom of Khasian. Now,

o lie to her face that her husband was dead. An

the sofa all alone, her eyes wandering outside thro

e almost driving her crazy. They moved around the wh

verywhere she went, she found a person collecting fingerprints, taki

illing her husband and she wasn't inte

ed to the bedroom, leaving her husband singing a l

acefully on a chair just the way she left him and still holdi

r husband's embrace to tuck her into her bedroo

r they arrived, the emergency doctor

g. They think whatever he was injected with might have caused his de

ed it wasn't a

omeone had

them and every one of her mind. It wasn't true. Her hus

was happening outside. Ambulance sirens, police,

e this. In contrast, this was her life. They always did. But s

ly was going on. The police had cordoned off the whole

ed to keep her mind and attention outside. Because in the si

paramedics carefully onto a stretcher. It was surreal for her to

utside the room, they tempted her to turn he

choose what to do in this dream. She hated a burning question that

aw a dead person instead of h

s all a dream. She was going to wake

contorted in grief and disbelief, as they st

mare. It had stretched longer, and she

in her bed beside her s

ing lights from the cars casting a l

ambulance. Police surrounded every corner of the ambulance, a

King's royal car following as it mad

h a heavy thud. She turned around to see

ge hug. Tears streamed down his face. “I am so sorry Rani.... I am terribly sorry... W

, the tears felt real in her hands. She had never

ysterically. “Are you okay, Rani?”

he mourning noise she had been used to, the different kind. The one

ia jumped off the sofa in a hurry, with Douglas following ri

H, MY GOD.” Both Rania and D

er body limp and unresponsive. Just the same way Rania had

dream. What Rania thought she wa

sn't a

s all

at her thirty minutes ago, was dead. The fath

loss of energy on her knees, and Douglas

ne, and nothing would

o her legs to run to her daughter. Someone had killed the King an