Inside the throne hall, court members and officials were talking in low tones as they threw furtive glances at the queen. She was a sight to behold after all. Lately, Leticia and Julian had been more exposed to the citizens and other people making it a talk of the town.
Queen Leticia pressed her temples nervously as she anticipated for something, or rather someone. The double doors of the hall creaked open making her to almost jump out of her seat. But she was a queen, and she had to behave like one. Her head whipped towards the door's direction and the ever elegant looking general Robertson was walking in, holding his helmet at his side. His hair was perfectly combed and the hem of his armor swept the ground graciously making him look like the knight in shining armor. But who would be his damsel in distress?
