Indecisive, the queen had spent most of her time been, on what to wear for such an occasion. Where another traitor would not have it his own way with whom he betrayed.
After her warm bath, prepared with actual apple juice, she had brought out pairs of dark gowns. Recalling every moment she wore each of them.
"This one" she pulled it up from under the surface, not knowing how she is able to distinguish them through their hidden designs and similar color "What a mess it had been" she tossed it after a piece of the horrid moment came flowing in a gush.
That day, she had arranged for many a great men to gather with her in this very castle. Their coming had been more surprising than the slight hazard she begun, but still...
Queen Estel furiously took the gown once more without a second loo
