Emerging in the widening gap of the doors is the Queen Suprema on her gilded throne at the far-end of the massive room. Her hair, long and white, almost blends with her fair skin. Her eyes, gold, shimmering at a distance just like her gold crown. Her aura, confident, exactly how I imagine it to be.
While stepping forward, I keep reminding myself to be confident too. I’m not after the confidence that’ll overpower hers, but I need one that’s enough to make me look refined. The soft thuds of my shoes against the red carpet echo with the steadying thuds of my heartbeats in my chest. Once I’m close enough to clearly see the details of her face, I stop, then curtsy - something I just saw the others do to Prince Giannis whenever he passes by them or they get close to him.
Your Highness? Queen
