The Four princesses stood in Myra’s private drawing-room, for the queen to summon them it surely meant it was something important.
Terania’s face was pale with the reality of war upon them knowing what this could mean for her future.
“Be seated,” Myra’s haughty voice came as she strode gracefully into the room, her chin raised, dressed in a deep green dress.
“Is something the matter mother?” Terania asked, the queen turned her gaze to her daughter, disapproval clear on her face
“We are at war, is that not enough?” she asked her voice so cold it sent a shiver down the princess’s spines.
“Forgive me, mother,” Terania replied with a bow
“You are to become queen someday. Only the Gods know how soon that may be, step away from your childish behaviour Terania,” she hissed venomously. The p
