Illicit affairs
The silken drapes, embroidered with the crest of the Woodlore Kingdom, were gently drawn back, allowing the first soft light of dawn to filter into the Queen's chambers.
Queen Ella stirred, a sigh escaping her lips as she slowly opened her eyes to the familiar, opulent surroundings. She still couldn’t believe that this was her life. That this was her room. That this was her bed. Before she could even fully awaken, a whisper-soft knock sounded at the door, and then, with practiced grace, her two head maids entered. This was the other thing that she still couldn’t believe. The fact that her stepsisters were her maids. The fact that her stepmother was her cook. The fact that she was living in a world where they served her.
Isabelle, with her plastic smile, carried a tray
