Dinner is served in an extravagant room, decked out in riches and bold colors, much like everything else in this glittering submarine.
It almost feels like a sparkly prison.
The air is thick, and I see so many faces staring at me when they think I'm not watching. It's almost in slow motion as I see each face, each look, and whisper. I know they are sizing me up, picturing me as their next queen. Or, the queen that will keep the allies secure, preserving the peace.
I can't tell if they approve or not.
But I raise my chin anyway, keeping my breathing easy.