The next morrow Etna knocked hard on Mircea's chambers' door. The small village had invited the queen for a small event, the crops had been growing in a good number. Moreover it was a healthy patch of corps and it was a year of harvest, they wanted to celebrate it all over the kingdom with dark red and white wine both. Mircea was happy to hear the good news.
Etna herself dressed Mircea, the whole capitol city was attending the noon event. "Do you have any preference on the color of your gown, your majesty?" Etna asked, looking through her small room that was filled with colorful clothes, coats and much more. Those clothes would be enough for a lifetime, for a normal lady. For a royal like Mircea they would be discarded after four months of use.
"No, choose anything that you think would suit me."
