She was dying.
It was a natural thing. Not because of any special illness or threat, but simply because the human body, not designed to live forever, was slowly coming to a halt.
Nevertheless, this realization was shocking to me.
Somehow, the Queen always seemed to radiate a heat that resisted death.
Because of this, even knowing it was impossible, I had been under the illusion that the Queen would live forever.
"You're acting as if you're seeing an old person for the first time. Even though you've already seen several people depart."
"..."
And such inner thoughts of mine were clearly exposed to the Queen. The Queen smiled and said:
"Let me answer again... your question about why I did it, as there are other things to address."
She pulled back her covers and moved her skinny legs to sit on the edge of the bed. Crossing her legs, she wrapped herself in dignity like armor, as if she had never been lying down like a patient.
"First of all, I wanted to crush my enemies."
