At full tilt, the horse gallops. Shortly, an enormous structure with colossal towers and probably hundreds of windows is taking shape from a distance. When we arrive at my destination, the horse trots steadily since it’s quite impossible to get any closer to the impressively carved wrought-iron gates. A great number of women in blindingly colorful and extravagantly sewn gowns are colonizing a huge part of the area as they snake their way through the normal-sized door of the still shut gates.
Looking at the scene, I wonder how Prince Giannis and his officials will choose his bride among all of us. It sends me back to my earlier question that’s never answered - what kind of competitions are we gonna go through to determine who’s the most deserving to become the next Queen Suprema?
After a
