A Queen. What a joke.
However, time passed faster than expected, and I found myself in a carriage, directed to my new home.
Martia was starting to get used to her new role, and she promised not to get entangled with the capital if not needed.
Polis was a lovely city, built around a large harbour. It was warm, sometimes suffocating. The sea was blue like a jewel, and the air was full of the seagulls' noise.
There was always a light breeze, flowing in the streets.
The Royal Palace was set in the highest part of the city. One could admire the sea from there, on one side, and the mountains on the back.
The Queen was a twenty-year-old woman with long hair and bright eyes. She had an elegant posture, and her eyes always had a thin line drawn on the lids.
