"Queen Elizabeth McVourse, escorted by her son, Prince Harry McVourse!" the welcoming guard shouted, and every being inside the Viscount's ball looked at the open front two wide doors to see the last queen to arrive. They had never heard of a Prince Harry anyway… who wouldn't want to know him!
The Viscount's ball had arrived quicker and faster. Indeed, there were many people in attendance, plenty of drinks to quench a throat, and the most extravagant set of seats for the King and his queens. King Charles was never one to adore societal dances, but he found himself present regardless. He needed to accompany his queen, or better, queens, however he pleased to call them. Oddly was, of all his five queens, only Knight's mother won herself a palace in Welsh. The rest survived richly in London.
