My hair stand on end just standing in front of this door, there are escorts and guards everywhere in our home. Even the least in rank, he looks like an experienced soldier, smoothing my simple dress for the umpteenth time. I am accompanied by Glenda, who in silence and with her head bowed, waits behind me.
–His Majesty awaits for you.– one of the cadets, bows and pushes the door with his big gloved hand for me
I lift the bangs from my dress, striving to be as dignified as possible and to keep a pinch of pride in myself; though she seems to have been replaced by sheer nervousness when the frigid eyes and blunt eyes of the king are upon me and all that I stand for when he notices that I have entered the room. I lick my lips minimally, so as not to spoil the balm on them, my heart pound
