Her eyes began to change colour and her hands flew to her nose as she stumbled backwards as though something really terrible had assaulted her senses.
Seeing her reaction, Gideon abruptly closed the door, realizing that the queen had caught the thick scent of blood that was lingering in the air within the room.
"Mother, are you alright?" Gideon hastily approached, worried about her. "Could it be that you had been starving yourself again since father isn't here?" There was a hint of worry mixed in with more than a little anger that could be heard in Gideon's voice. Then he swiftly pulled up his sleeve to offer her his blood.
But Beatrice pushed his hand away, shaking her head. "Elda!" she called out instead and one of the three women in purple cloak that had been part of their entourage suddenly appeared before her, immediately doing the same thing Gideon just did and offered up her wrist to the queen.
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