The Royal Castle is as beautiful as anyone could ever imagine. It had everything anyone could ever need. The people, for the most part, seemed kind enough, though the lady who is walking me to my room right now doesn’t talk too much. I think she is either afraid or she isn’t allowed to talk to someone of a ‘higher’ rank. “So… how long have you been here?” I asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence as we walked the long hallway that was brimming with beautiful colors of light coming from the glass windows. At the side, there were various flower vases and it smelled like summer. The lady, who seemed like she was in her mid-twenties, visibly stiffened up. I don’t know why when I just asked her a normal question. “Si– since I was bo– born, Your Majesty.” She responded with a bow. “Oh, you don’t have to call me that, I’m not your Queen.” I told her and she just shook her head as she gave me a wide gaze. “No, no. You are. You’re– you’re the King’s mate. You will be Queen.”
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