The floors of the Palace were just the same way she remembered it. The passages stayed the same with those pretty tall lights that lit up a torch of bright flame about the walls. Victoria walked elegantly forward in a light sashay. She'd bypassed a couple of servants but much newer faces accosted her than the ones she'd first found acquaintance with those two years ago.
Court Lady Sigrid; she learned, had resigned from her post the minute Athena dropped dead. The woman was sad that her superior had passed but she was also told of being joyful and bursting forth with sweet graces because of how liberated she felt from the ordeal; freedom was a beautiful feeling, Victoria mused but a part of her missed her sweet sweet Sigrid whom she learned later travelled by ship toward the Wales to conduct a proper burial for her deceased child and connect as well with the rest of her family.
