They tittered on about what color stones would set off her amber eyes, or if the green within them matched peridots, jades, or tourmalines, and whether amethysts or diamonds would be better suited for her obsidian braids. She allowed them to enjoy the idea of making their queen a stunning spectacle for the wedding. Today was to be unlike any other; everything needed to be perfect. A servant hurried into her chambers, consternation writ in her expression. Queen Terestere beckoned the woman over. “It’s Count Leroi Shenen, my lady, he demands to see you,” the servant said, wringing her hands. “Show him to the sitting room.” She signaled for those fawning over her to stop, and then made her way to the appointed room. She took a seat with her back to the windows, the morning sunlight illuminating the rich décor, the air carrying a dozen flowery scents. Leroi Shenen stalked in, strides long and purposeful, hand clenching and unclenching at his side.
