Maya walked into the drawing room with Queen Azura next to her. She wore a black dress that clung to her body before spreading out voluminously to the floor.
She had specifically picked the color to mourn who was lost.
Her black hair was brushed, oiled, and braided to accommodate the sapphire tiara that sat at the top of her head. Maya had insisted it was a little too much, but her mother had refused.
According to her, she was her daughter and was expected to dress as such, especially when meeting guests from the kingdom she was very displeased with.
She made sure Maya knew the only reason she even let them into her kingdom was because of her.
Claude spotted them first as they walked in, and with a raised brow, he rose to his feet and bowed. "Queen Azura and Princess Maya."
Maya cringed at the title. It was happening a little too fast. She hadn't even recovered from the fact that she had found her mother, and now she was a princess.
