The morning light was pouring through the window. It was too early to have a council meeting, Mircea pondered, looking at the same old faces from a different position today. She was told to sit on the throne; not where her father sat. No, Mircea was sitting on the same throne her mother sat ten years ago.
She blatantly stared at everyone that had gathered to celebrate her as the kingdom's new Queen.
Everyone was pretentious. They would kill her if they got the chance.
The council members stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd with their unusually vibrant faces.
"The Saints have blessed us yet again with a new ruler, new queen. And we are here to celebrate her coronation. A past few days were as black as the no moon sky but we shall let it pass on and be grateful for what the saints have done for us."
