To-day seemed awfully alike yester-day. Mircea was standing in front of the same faces in the same gown. Not same-identical as Este had told her. She had only nodded and got along with her. Este had also brought the leather combat practising suit with the gown.
It made Mircea muse if she would have to fight people like Frey did. Saints, Mircea still had no idea what part she was going to play in today's ceremony. She hoped she wasn't going to fight any girls that thought they would make a better Queen and therefore wanted to fight with her to prove themselves.
"Mir." Athos poked her back as he sought her out.
"Hmm?" She had all her attention on Frey who was delivering some speech to the audience that had gathered.
"I need to tell you something." He was still poking her side, much to her irritation.
"Why are you poking me?" She finally gyrated her head to look at him-but she wasn't simply staring, she was glaring at him.
