Sharon did her daily chores and rushed to the side of the ailing queen.The palace has come alive after months of sickness and lonely silence around. The princes, princess, royals, officials and other expecting heirs were beginning to gather in the precinct, hoping to inherit a piece of the pie.
It has been years earlier as a chambermaid and now as a nurse to the bedridden queen. She did her job with utter diligence and cared truly for the queen. Queen understood this and appreciated her sincerity.
She was buried with royal honour and her children and relatives returned to the palace for a public reading of the inheritance. Her portrait was hanging over an imposing mantle piece. She left all her estate, property, carriages, rights, privileges, clothes, jewels , drapes, china and garden for her children, relatives, grandchildren, officers, court men, servants and caretakers.
Sharon was eagerly waiting for one piece of jewel one royal antique that would take care of her old age. She was an orphan with no family, she did not fancy being rich or married, all she wanted was to live a modest life once she leaves the palace.Not a pin was named to her, she felt edgy the list was long and endless, everything word by word, account by account was given out and nothing for her yet.
Finally the executioner of the will called out her name, she lit up. Turned out that queen left one of her pale silk white scarf as a memory to her. Shocked at the humiliation, she quietly stepped out of the crowd and accepted the souvenir and exited, trail of mocking laughs of hawk like relatives followed her to her cottage.
She felt hurt how could otherwise affectionate and wise Queen not know of her poverty and leave something from her immense wealth to take care of her.
Years of servitude got her nothing. Immense frustration got the better of her.She threw the scarf out of her kitchen window.It landed on the hedge outside. Gloomy evening was followed by a chilly night and dewy morning, now soaked piece of cloth revealed a map, that showed the secret passage to queens small hidden treasure which she thought Sharon truly deserved to inherit, but did not trust her royals and relatives enough to hand it to her honestly.
Afternoon sun took away the moisture and wind took the scarf with it to another place, looking for someone who held more faith in others than in her own faithfulness.
It has been years earlier as a chambermaid and now as a nurse to the bedridden queen. She did her job with utter diligence and cared truly for the queen. Queen understood this and appreciated her sincerity.
She was buried with royal honour and her children and relatives returned to the palace for a public reading of the inheritance. Her portrait was hanging over an imposing mantle piece. She left all her estate, property, carriages, rights, privileges, clothes, jewels , drapes, china and garden for her children, relatives, grandchildren, officers, court men, servants and caretakers.
Sharon was eagerly waiting for one piece of jewel one royal antique that would take care of her old age. She was an orphan with no family, she did not fancy being rich or married, all she wanted was to live a modest life once she leaves the palace.Not a pin was named to her, she felt edgy the list was long and endless, everything word by word, account by account was given out and nothing for her yet.
Finally the executioner of the will called out her name, she lit up. Turned out that queen left one of her pale silk white scarf as a memory to her. Shocked at the humiliation, she quietly stepped out of the crowd and accepted the souvenir and exited, trail of mocking laughs of hawk like relatives followed her to her cottage.
She felt hurt how could otherwise affectionate and wise Queen not know of her poverty and leave something from her immense wealth to take care of her.
Years of servitude got her nothing. Immense frustration got the better of her.She threw the scarf out of her kitchen window.It landed on the hedge outside. Gloomy evening was followed by a chilly night and dewy morning, now soaked piece of cloth revealed a map, that showed the secret passage to queens small hidden treasure which she thought Sharon truly deserved to inherit, but did not trust her royals and relatives enough to hand it to her honestly.
Afternoon sun took away the moisture and wind took the scarf with it to another place, looking for someone who held more faith in others than in her own faithfulness.
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