"Lady Rebekah!" I exclaim as I storm into the throne room, my heels clicking in loud echoes as I walk. "What are you doing here?" I cannot contain my shock at seeing her. I finally meet her gaze as I step beside my father's throne, and she is smirking at my sudden appearance.
"Your Grace." She greets me smugly, looking me over carefully from a distance. Of course, she is looking well. Her blue hair is coiled high off her neck in an elaborate chignon, the gold fabric of her fine gown is peeking beneath the riding hood she still wears, which hangs from her shoulders and falls to the ground behind her as she stands with her hands lightly clasped at her waist. "You are looking well after the birth. I see you've made it home alright." She comments with a smirk as I glare at her subtle mockery.
