Queen Quinn stepped out of her carriage with a proud and cold look on her face. No one could tell her real age as she looked ever so young.
"She's in her late thirties." Melchoir whispered to her as if knowing what she was thinking.
Kira looked back at Queen Quinn who was wearing a blue silk and elegant dress with golden embroideries. Her cape was just like the king's and her silver crown sat proudly on her head. Her long silky black hair flowed down her shoulders and rested on her waist.
"You can see why you were dresses in the most elegant dress in your wardrobe. Quinn is a very high classed queen. " Melchoir replied.
" I still don't see the reason why I have to be dresses like this really. I'm beautiful without this elegantness. Kira mumbled and Melchoir smiled.
Queen Quinn curtsied and they both bowed respectfully.
"His royal highness, the crown prince of Tethoris, Prince Zane the second."
