"His Majesty the King remained bedridden with serious illness, his condition neither worsening nor improving, as if stuck in a state of limbo.
As her son's illness dragged on, Queen Isis, who had been in power for years, became increasingly vigilant. Any action by the nobles within the city could arouse her suspicion.
With age, this ruthless and meritorious woman of the Kingdom began to harbor a certain sorrow. Awakening in the early morning, she would suddenly feel an ineffable emptiness and a loathing for everything, unable to find much solace even in the arms of her lover.
The faint anguish, like the pinch of ants, tormented Queen Isis every day. She tried to ignore it but could not. The emptiness swept through her mind like the wind at times, and at other times dissipated like smoke.
Slander, poisoning, jealousy… those cruel acts of the past were no longer present, and the once hardened heart of Queen Isis became weaker with the passing of time.
