According to the Law of The Kingdom of Kalis, A king such as Logan was allowed to marry as many women as possible.
But only the one who bears him his heir shall be respected and be called his queen.
So although Camelia was his wife, if she is unable to bear him a child in time, his mother Queen Gina had enough right to bring in more women for him.
Whether they were concubines or Mistresses, their status was only based on their willingness to deliver an heir.
So Camellia still has a long way to go before she is recognized as Queen.
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As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the palace grounds, a maid named Eliza hurriedly made her way towards the grand doors leading to the queen's chambers. Dressed in a crisp, neatly pressed uniform, she clutched a small, delicately folded note in her hands.
Eliza's heart raced with both anticipation and a tinge of nervousness as she approached the Lady's chambers. She had been summoned by her mother-in-law, who held a high position in the royal household. The request to meet in the royal garden had left Eliza curious, wondering what news awaited The Lady Camelia.
With each step, the polished marble floors echoed beneath Eliza's dainty footsteps. The walls, adorned with ornate tapestries depicting scenes of grandeur, seemed to whisper tales of the palace's rich history. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, carried in from the nearby gardens.
As Eliza reached the entrance to the queen's chambers, her heart fluttered. The doors, engraved with intricate patterns and embellished with gold accents, stood tall and imposing. She paused for a moment to compose herself before gently pushing them open.
Inside, Camelia's chambers exuded an air of elegance and regality. The room was adorned with exquisite furnishings, from the gilded mirrors to the plush velvet drapes that cascaded down the windows. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room.
Eliza's eyes were immediately drawn to the Lady Camelia, who sat upon a lavish throne-like chair, her presence commanding and graceful.
With a deep breath, Eliza approached, her footsteps silenced by the plush carpet beneath her feet. She curtsied before the queen, her eyes downcast in respect. As she rose, she extended the folded note towards Camelia, who took it gently, her eyes scanning the contents.
"M-my lady, Her Majesty has asked to meet you at the royal garden!" Eliza said as she stammered a little and hearing that, Camelia nodded.
"Okay, then tell the Queen that I shall meet her soon!" She said as she then placed the Letter on the dressing table.
Shs was at least happy that she could have someone to talk to while at such a new place.
She knew nothing about being a Queen or a lady, knowing that she was the Monarch's first wife, she would have a lot of responsibilities but she was ready for it.
But just then the brightness in her eyes withered as she remembered the words of Mary and Sarah.
Would Logan really abandon her if she was unable to beat him a child? If so then she was nothing but just a child bearer to him then. A worthless Queen.
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Camelia possesses a natural aura that captivates all those who lay eyes upon her. Her ethereal beauty is enhanced by her vibrant blonde curly hair, which dances with each graceful step she takes. Her Green Emerald eyes shimmer with a depth that reflects her wisdom and resilience.
The combination of her striking features and the stunning blue navy dress she adorns creates a mesmerizing image that demands attention.
As Camelia walks through the Palace halls, the atmosphere seems to shift. The maids and other wives of the palace, who are accustomed to their own positions of influence, cannot help but feel a pang of envy and admiration.
They whisper amongst themselves, their gazes fixed on Camelia.
Their hearts filled with a mixture of envy and awe. Her presence challenges their own sense of self-worth, reminding them of the beauty and power that she possesses.
With her trusted maids, Mary and Sarah, by her side, Camelia navigates the halls with grace and poise.
But just then she stopped in her footsteps as her ears welcomed the unpleasant sounds of shouts and tears that erupted from the other side.
And being as curious as wasz Camelia then followed the noise and to her surprise, she witnessed Eliza the maid from earlier laying on the ground with bruises over her.
And standing before her was tall and beautiful woman with long white hair and Blue shimmering eyes.
Her beauty was misleading but if course couldn't match up with That of Camelia's.
Upon seeing how she was nicely dressed in an expensive royal purple gown it was evident that she was from a nobel family.
As she looked at Mary, Mary immediately knew what she wanted to ask.
"That is Lady Vivian My lady, she is the second mistress of his Highness's younger brother, Prince Derek!" Mary stated and upon hearing that Camelia furrowed her brows a little.
And just then, with her voice loud enough to capture the attention of the maids and women around.
Camelia voiced out, "How dare a mere mistress step into my chambers and cause such disturbing noise!"
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