With her heart pounding against her chest like a trapped bird desperate for freedom, Queen Margaret darted through the gilded corridors of the palace. Fear gripped her being, its icy fingers sending shivers down her spine. Her once regal countenance was now a mask of trepidation, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperation. The weight of impending judgment bore down upon her, and in her panicked mind, she believed that her only refuge lay beyond the palace walls.
As Queen Margaret rushed out of the palace, desperate to escape the judgment and scrutiny that awaited her, her heart pounding with every step, she found herself surrounded by a circle of police officers. They emerged from the shadows, their uniforms crisp, and their expressions resolute, forming an impenetrable barrier around her.