Prince Michael was not in the box anymore. He was in the stables looking at his polo pony as Lucia's brother had told her. She could not see him, but now was the time to watch the king give his speech about another peaceful and prosperous year, thanks to the sacrifices of the people who died to keep the country going when there was a week-long coup some five generations back.
She made sure to sit with her legs tucked under her chair and her hands folded on her lap. Her back was straight. She could feel the glare of the cameras pointed her way. She pretended not to see the cameraman and the drones pointing their lenses in her direction. She did everything not to look in their direction. She knew that once the games started, she would forget about them and would enjoy herself. The problem was that this somber moment was not helping her in any way.
