At the arrival of the Queen into their midst, the wrong representatives sent by the heads of their families flew into a low-key panic.
These individuals, young and not-so-young alike, edged towards the back of the small crowd as soon as the Queen’s back was to them, all hoping that she didn't note their identities as she passed them by. They then turned around and hurried back into the royal residence.
If they could have flown up that long flight of stairs, they would have. They would give away the fact that they were in haste, but at least they'd look a little more dignified, not huffing and puffing and beginning to sweat this early in the day.
Halfway up, they were met by others going the opposite way. These others were not the heirs to their respective ruling houses—they were the he
