Alexandra
Everyone turns to look at me as I take a step into the grand hall. Some of the guests gasped, and some began to murmur.
What is she thinking… This is unheard of. It’s wrong, It’s a sin.
And the loudest one, the accusation that rings above the others :
She is a woman.
The eyes of the council members follow every single move I make.
I know what causes the distress. I am not dressed plainly - my garments are richly decorated and my hair is made. I walk to the dice confidently, the eyes of everyone present are digging into my skin like daggers. I take the steps and stand before the throne.
The high priest speaks the words signaling the opening of the ceremony and Frederick stands before me. Then he picks up the crown and I bow my head slightly as he places it on my head
