“Oh, Aunt Regan, I seriously doubt you need my help charming anyone, but I will give it my best.”
“You flatter me, dear. Come sit with your auntie while we watch the festivities.“ Regan made her way to the raised dais where a throne waited for her. A miniature version of that throne sat to the right of the queen’s chair and just slightly back. Regan made herself comfortable and gestured for Brea to take her seat beside the queen.
Brea felt like a piece of fine jewelry on display. The crowd had grown quiet at the queen’s entrance, waiting for her permission for the merriment to continue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present my niece, daughter of my late brother, Brandon, Breanna Louise O’Rourke. You may call her Lady Brea.”
“But, that’s not my name,” Brea tried to say, but the queen didn’t
