Four weeks go by without me even realizing it. I had been tending to my people's needs and being the best queen I could possibly be. Hundreds of people needed medical attention and food parcels. I know it will take years to recover from the effects of the war, but with hard work, we'll get there.
“Which one will it be, Your Highness?”
I'm pulled out of my reverie by Portia and Charlotte in front of me, holding up two gowns as my options for tonight's event; a celebration the king is having to commemorate the bravery of all of soldiers during the war. And I have to give a speech, which I am still in the process of writing.
I walk over to my desk and pick up my pen. I stare at the blank page in front of me. I hold in the curses that attempt to escape my lips.
“Your Highness?” Barbara
