Clarisse obeyed, sitting opposite the Queen. The armrest allotted to her was a comfort she could not begin to comprehend. Her eyes wandered to the table surplus with a ceramic kettle, two teacups, and a tray of biscuits.
"You want one?" The Queen probed.
"No," Clarisse replied. "I don't fare well with sugar so early in the morning."
"Understood, Clarisse of Trileria." The Queen acknowledged, picking up her empty teacup and raising it towards a maidservant. As if getting the memo, the servant rushed to her mistress's side and poured some tea into her cup. As the content rose to the brim, the Queen signaled the maid to stop. Clarisse found herself gripping the edges of her dress because the glare of the Queen would not leave her.
The Queen had brilliant blue eyes. A clue to indicate th
