Find Her!
The heavy footsteps are echoing the long corridors of the palace. The lights from the grand chandelier above are shining on a group which is heading deeper into the castle. At the head of the party is a woman in her late fifties.
She is of tall stature with high cheekbones and sleek ginger hair with grey streaks in it. Her long purple gown is stitched with thousands of diamonds while her neck and hands are adorned with the finest jewelry in the land. She is elegant and dignified but there is a cold glare in her eyes.
A ruby crown is fitted on her head and everyone else is walking three steps behind her, not daring to cross that limit.
Behind her, Stefan is trying to reason with her. He is the only one who can walk alongside her.
“Your majesty, you must not be hasty!” he advised her. “The Crown Prince made a mistake. But it is not that grave. After all, she was only a slave-”