With her skirts crisply pressed, her jewelry tastefully coordinated, and her hair curled, pinned, and placed exactly as it should be, Roslin finally made her way to the main Hall. Even with four years of being a Queen under her belt, the woman still felt her heart flutter nervously whenever she entered a room. Those first few years of scrutiny after their marriage had made the once rebellious Roslin timid, and despite the fact that she’d won many over through her kind heart and winning empathy, she still felt tremors of that fear run through her every time she stood in front of Elric’s people. Their people.
“Good evening..”, she cooed at visiting courtiers, rather liking the way the room had filled with guests. The last time she’d seen Kyrenia this crowded, she’d been a simple maid vying for a Prince’s heart, watching as princesses, duchesses, and other noble girls filled this very room in the hopes of one day being his bride. None of them had the slightest idea that the woman who’d become their queen was simply among them serving drinks. “I do hope your arrival was a smooth one?”



















