The Real Queen

Jaxon sat beside the bed on the sofa chair silently peering at her. She was soundly asleep. Her chest moved up and down in the soft rhythm of her breathing. There was no cold look on her face. Those eyes that looked empty were closed. She looked so innocent and peaceful.

Jaxon leaned back on the chair. It felt after ages his heart was at peace.

His gaze lingered over the scars on her face and neck