Queen Maeve was standing off the dance floor after a dance with the emperor. Wrapping the fox-fur shawl around her elegantly, she watched the couples dance jovially. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, checking for any casualties.
Everything is being carried as prepared. Her lips curved up into a satisfactory smile, noticing that everything was fine. Exhaling, she proudly stood with her chin up.
"Greetings, Queen Maeve Stark," a woman in her late teens spoke, walking to the queen. "Or…should I address you as my elder sister?"
"Greetings, sister." Maeve's lips curved into a warm smile as she turned toward her younger sister. Her elation made her take a few steps closer to her sister.
"Pardon, Your Majesty." The younger woman took a step back, keeping a distance between the sisters. "Sh
