Celestiel stared in fascination at the kingdom as she was escorted to the king's manor.
She rode in the carriage, beside Aletta and across lady Amazerath, who she had met a few minutes ago.
She was a tall, beautiful lady with a mop of silky black, long, curly hair and sapphire eyes. She wore a blue dress of a darker shade, complimented by white shiffon gloves. The dress had a corset that hugged her waist so tight, Celestiel wondered if she could even breathe.
Her ears and fingers were adorned with fine pearls and expensive jewellery. Overall, she dressed like she was going for a soiree or a party of some sort.
From the moment they had met and the first thing she said was, "Is the King still here?", Celestiel knew for certain she didn't like Amazerath.
The woman hadn't even offered a greeting. All she had done was size Celestiel up before quietly leading her to the carriage.
