The next day, Lyca thinks that the angry Queen will come into the room to tell her what she should and shouldn't do.
But the sun has set, and there still isn't a queen. So, Lyca could no longer stand to wait. She gets out of bed to see what's going on. Lyca passed the servants who were changing the decorations in every room of the castle.
"Your Grace, I apologize for not coming to see you right away..."
Lyca looked behind her to see who was talking; it was her maid. "What is all this noise about? Why do they all take those figures away?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
The servant looked at his coworkers, who were all carrying different kinds of decorations. "Your Grace, the Queen wanted to change how the palace was set up." The servant's voice was polite and surprised at the same ti
