[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: ROUND AND ROUND ~ HEIZE)
"Ki...Ki... Princess Kitanna," when the words left Larel's lips, Almaria first turned to glare at her son's wife, but Larel's face was too serious to be joking about seeing Kitanna. She slowly looked in the direction everyone was focused on.
There stood the presumed dead princess, standing amidst the crowd with a smile on her face. Almaria lost her footing but did not fall. She tried to hold herself. Her heart raced with fear coursing through her veins. Her hands turned white with fear; it was as if her world was spinning or she was trapped in a nightmare.
The queen dowager knew it was not a nightmare when the figure started walking towards the podium where the royals were standing.
"S...st...stop that imposter!" Almaria's voice trembled as she moved backward in fear.
