She sat in the chair for a long time, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of her.
But her worry was not about the phrase "if my advice were to be rejected again...", but rather "my chest hurts a bit more".
Victoria suddenly stood up and began pacing the room, aimlessly moving from the desk to the fireplace, then from the fireplace to the window.
The air was stifling, like a heavy curtain covering her face, and even though there was wind blowing over the lawn outside, she still felt she couldn't breathe.
She didn't like this feeling of helplessness.
This wasn't like her, she was the Queen.
But she knew that the source of this discomfort was because Sir Arthur Hastings was not there.
It had been nearly a month since she last saw him; the last time was at the Windsor parade, where they parted on bad terms over the matter concerning the Duchess of Kent.
Where had he gone?
Did he only go to Paris?
If he only went to Paris, then why hasn't he returned yet?
