ANDAL
The palace seems more hushed and much emptier than usual but there is no mistaking the sting of hidden eyes following us. There is also no mistaking the impressive figures that the three of us cut as we make our procession towards the meeting hall. The queen walks in front, garbed in the most exquisite gown she has worn since her coronation. It is a velvet lavender piece, cinched tight around her waist and emphasising her exquisite figure before spreading to the floor in thick rivers. Rubies flash around her neck, her wrist, embedded in her cloth. She is bold and vibrant, embodying life and allure with her every step reminding everyone exactly who is queen.
A few steps behind the train of her skirt, Meryl and I walk side by side. Something about the witch definitely still rubs me
