Hildegard did not knock.
She stormed into the royal antechamber with a fury that made servants scatter like frightened mice.
"Hey hey hey you can't just go in." The guards said as the ran after her.
She ignored them and marched in.
Her steps were sharp, her jaw tight, her eyes burning.
She came to a halt in front of the seat were Rose sat.
"Your majesty," she said stiffly, "I need a word. Privately."
The guards came up beside Hildegard and attempted to take her arm.
She growled at them and snapped.
"Don't you dare set your filthy hands on me." Hildegard snapped.
They became tensed, quickly withdrew and looked to the Queen for support.
Queen Rose looked up from the stack of parchments she was reviewing.
Her face was tired, drawn, older than usual the kind of tiredness that came from guilt, not age.
"Forgive your majesty." The guards apologized. "She insisted and when we didn't allow her, she barged in. We tried to explain to her you had asked not be disturbed."
