Lucille
The Molavian national anthem played as Roman and I followed a few paces behind King Theodore and Queen Anne. The Duke and Duchess of Wilmington were behind us. The guests stood, rising from their seats, bowing and curtsying as we passed. For a sliver in time, I completely forgot the man at my side was an impostor. As he nodded his greeting and recounted names of different guests, he was my husband, the man I'd vowed to love.
My earlier talk with the queen brought new meaning to what we were doing.
Yes, I still wanted to help the citizens of Molave in more fundamental ways.
Looking down, I suppressed a snicker as I recalled Roman describing us as playing dress-up or make-believe. Seeing him in his formal attire with his medals and ribbons, I realized we were playing dress-up,
