Chapter Thirty Eight The Golden Storm
The morning was cold and grey. I sat by the window in my bedroom and watched the rain wash over the tall buildings of the city. I felt like a bird in a golden cage. I had everything I could ever want but I had nothing at all. Alexander was always gone. My son was always at school. The house was full of servants who did not speak to me. I was a queen with no kingdom.
The bedroom door opened. I did not turn around. I knew the sound of his footsteps. They were heavy and fast. Alexander was always in a hurry now. He walked into the room and the air seemed to get colder. He was wearing a dark suit that looked very expensive. He was looking at his phone and his face was hard.
He told me to sit up and listen.
I told him I was already sitting.
He put his
