Brea smiled to herself as she witnessed the brooding most of the foreign dignitaries were engaged in after she had displaced them. None were as furious as the Duke of Galvanston and that was a good thing for Brea or else she would hate doing this often.
Brea moved to the final foreign dignitary she was yet to displace. It was none other than Prince Esger of the Printoven kingdom.
Brea had been admiring him ever since she saw him walk into the waiting hall. He was tall, dark and handsome. His dark long hair appeared to be finer than silk. His sharp gray eyes were like being sucked into the dark night's sky.
"Excuse me your majesty," Brea stopped in front of him and bowed her head out of fear that she would be lost in his eyes.
Prince Esger looked up. He was already irked, after all, he had been seated here for the past hour or so. Ceremonies were supposed to start on time, that was what he thought.
"What is it?" he asked annoyed.
