One hundred and Eight

Jeanne sauntered into Nneka's chamber, after Nneka asked her to comes in.

Her eyes traveled around the room, her mouth parted in awe, seeing how beautiful her room was more than her friend, she scoffed and muttered inwardly that everything will soon ends.

"Mother of the country," Jeanne said with a respectful bow, "Concubine Xena requests your presence in her chambers. She needs your assistance."

Nneka felt a wave of indignation wash over her. How dare Jeanne, Concubine Xena's bed friend, demand her presence like this? She thought inwardly

She bristled at the condescending tone, but she couldn't refuse a request from a concubine since she had always portrayed a good queen in front of everyone.

"Of course," she said through gritted teeth. "Lead the way."

Jeanne nodded. "Thank you, Nneka. Xena needs your help, and I'm sure she will be grateful for your presence."

As they made their way through the palace, Jeanne maintained her polite demeanor but Nneka could sense something off about h