To Be A Duchess
Right now, I am nothing but a helpless lamb caught in the wolf’s mouth.
“Oh dearest, no need to cry. In fact, stop crying,” Her Majesty the Queen wiped my tears once again and made me face back to the Grand Hall, pointing to a servant who was walking towards the King, a single drink on his tray, she then said, “if you continue to cry, you will miss the best scene there is. Look, the King is about to drink what I prepared for him.” She forced my head to face the Grand Hall, no matter how I tried to pry my head out of her grasp, she kept me still. I watched as the King took the glass and chugged it down.