She knew not to trust her luck but only her instinct. At that moment, she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, meaning she had to prepare herself for the worse.
Whoever she was about to meet behind that massive door would not welcome her with open arms, whether it be the Queen, especially not the King.
"Please wait here." The man in his black uniform instructed as he talked privately to the guards that stood by the door.
She watched as one of them entered the room, probably to inform whoever was inside about her presence. She tried to peek, but she was too far. She hardly saw the inside.
Suddenly, she wondered if the Queen was familiar with her story. At least, her past. Did someone already notify her about her true identity? Why else would she want to see her privately? She doubted it was for some idle chitchat.
