Aella backed away slowly, shaking her head as the Queen looked at her with the glint of someone who had found water in the desert. "You can not be serious." She gritted at the woman.
"Why not, Lady Aella? I believe this is a brilliant idea. You are the carbon copy of the runaway bride and no one but us knows that Aurelia is not here. You only have to use your face." Queen Valerie said.
"I am married! Even if you do not care as long as your face is saved in public, you should consider the fact that I am a married woman!" Aella snapped, horrified by how easy it was for her to suggest such a thing.
"Lady Aella, I understand how you feel," Vladter muttered in a calm voice but she could literally see how happy he was with her distress. "But you must understand that not just our reputation as the Royal family is at stake here. Your family's honor should be your priority as you will be the first ones to be pointed out if this wedding does not go through."
