Almost too soon, it was the night before her coronation and Ayla wrung her hands while the servants bustled in packages for the next day. Tinesi was her main tormentor, but she believed it was payback for leaving.
Tama curled into her lap as Ayla laid back in her bed, “I will be Queen tomorrow.”
Tama cracked open an eye and cooed at her in response, ‘Yes you will.’
“What if I can’t do it?” She whispered into the air only to squeak when Tama nipped at her hand, “What was that for?”
‘Stop doubting yourself,’ Tama groused, ‘You have already been acting like a Queen…’
“There is a difference between acting like a Queen and actually being a Queen.” Ayla frowned as she inspected where Tama decided to correct her, but found no marks or anything, “I’m allowed to be nervous.”
She swore she saw
