Queen Rose's POV
Queen Rose stood before her vanity, slowly removing the jeweled pins from her hair.
The candles in her chamber flickered gently, casting warm gold across the silk curtains and marble floor.
Her shoulders ached with the exhaustion of another long day.
She reached for the night cream on her dresser when a soft knock came at her door.
"Come in," she said.
Hildegard slipped inside, bowing her head with a familiar, gentle smile.
Rose brightened immediately.
"Hildegard. You came."
"Of course, Your Majesty," she said. "You asked to see me?"
"Yes." Rose gestured her closer and sat on the edge of her bed, patting the spot beside her.
Hildegard stiffened at first and Rose's face fell, displeased clearly written on her face.
"I believe I would just remaining standing your majesty if you don't mind." Hildegard stated.
"No please don't do that." Rose said unhappily. "We've been friends for so long. Please just take a seat. I just needed to see you."
