Heather POV
The queen was waiting for me by the front door. She looked pleased. We were ten minutes early. She eyed me up and down, scrutinizing my clothing choice, but I just looked at her, waiting for her to make some comment. Fortunately she didn’t, she just seemed to accept something in her head and nodded to herself.
‘Morning Heather, it is good to see you know how to be on time.’ I guessed that was her way of giving me a compliment, without actually giving one.
‘Morning Your Majesty.’ I answered her, not sure if I should curtsy or not, and decided not to, and if she did not like it, she would tell me, I am sure.
After the morning greeting, she led me down the very long hallway, where pictures of previous kings and queens lined the walls and looked down at you as you walked by, a
