The anniversary of Rachel's two-year reign on the throne was the loudest celebration in years.
Guests began arriving early, and by eight o'clock the hall was filled to capacity. Nobles of all social levels whispered among themselves, but no one dared to utter a single bad word about the current queen.
All the more so when the giant doors leading to the ballroom swung open — and there we were.
As I was supposed to do, I held Rachel's hand, and we arrived a little later than the others. Everyone there bowed their knees in a moment to greet us.
Rachel strutted confidently and powerfully down the red carpet, showing that she was taller than everyone else. While I tried to imitate her.
We walked through the ballroom and up the stairs. It was there that the special seats that, in the old days, the king and his sons had occupied at the Christmas Ball were located.
