«What is it you want to say?» I ask the little maid.
She startles and moves her eyes on the floor. Her hands tremble while she opens her mouth to reply.
«I would never dare to comment on your Majesty's choices,» she says.
«But?»
«Your Majesty is Queen of Alba.»
«Do I need a thousand jewels to show my regality?»
She shakes her head, and her face turns white. It would be funny if she wasn't this terrorised.
«What's your name?»
«Lola, your Majesty.»
«Well, Lola. What do you suggest I wear?»
Her nails dig into her palms, leaving pink traces when she moves them away. This poor thing will cut herself if I don't make her realise I'm not unhappy. She can say her opinion, for goodness. It's no crime, especially if I'm the one asking her to.
«Your Majesty might wear a tiara with more gems than a single emerald. It won't change the weight, but it will reflect the light in a different way. Moreover, since your Majesty doesn't like too many pieces, you might want to avoid too simple designs...»
She stops talking, peeking at me from under her eyelashes.
«You may be right,» I sigh.
I haven't considered this before, but wearing fewer jewels means I can risk with complex designs and eccentric pieces. It won't come out as excessive since there won't be too many pieces clashing with each other.
I didn't think even choosing a necklace would be so difficult.
«What else do you think I should wear?» I continue. I smile at her, making sure she understands I am not like the Queen Dowager.
And I wouldn't bother punishing a maid for a suggestion. At most, she would be sent working somewhere else. I'm not as much of a tyrant as Ignis.
The little maid seems to understand it, and she finds back part of her spirit while preparing her reply.
«I think your Majesty might wear a tiara from the Royal Treasure today, together with a few pieces from your personal belongings.»
«My personal belongings? I didn't bring many jewels from Narith.»
«Oh, not your dowry, your Majesty. The Queen is bestowed with personal possessions when she is crowned. Your Majesty can use the Royal Treasure's Queen's jewels, as well as your personal ones.»
«Wait, when you say personal... Do you mean mine? As in, I can gift and sell them? I can do whatever I want?»
«They're yours, your Majesty. Not of Alba's.»
«Oh, I understand.»
In case anything happened to Ignis, I would keep those as my belongings. But I would need to return the treasure's pieces.
«Can someone explain which pieces are from the Royal Treasure?»
«I don't know every detail, your Majesty,» Lola replies, bowing her head sadly.
At least, she's not frightened. It looks more like she's disappointed she can't help me till the end.
«Bea, you're the head maid, right?»
«I am not, your Majesty.»
«But you're the one directing the other.»
Does it have to be so complicated?
«Because I'm the senior maid. It is up to your Majesty to choose who will be the head maid.»
I sigh again.
«Well, as a senior maid, you do know about the jewels, right?»
«Those from the Royal Treasure are all stored in red boxes.»
«All right. Lola and you choose one from there. I will follow your suggestion for today and wear a simple necklace. Any other suggestions?»
«About the rings,» Lola tries. She winces again, wondering if she talked without being asked. «Maybe, your Majesty can wear at least a few... No rings would be... misunderstandable?»
«Bring me the rings,» I say, rolling my eyes. Maybe, there are a couple that won't trouble my writing.
When they open the boxes with the rings, I understand what's the point. I haven't worn anything with the Royal Symbol.
The lily flower is the King's symbol in Alba, and Ignis's personal symbol is a black lily. His father and brother had a golden one.
«For today, I will wear this,» I say, choosing a simple ring with a lily design on it.
It's not too bothersome, and the flower is just an inscription into the gold. It can be seen as golden. It can be seen as black.
«I want to buy a new one, though,» I add. «Who can arrange for a craftsman to come to meet me?»
«I can do it, with your Majesty's permission,» Bea says.
«I will wear a single ring. You can put the rest away. Also, don't bring me anything with a golden symbol. Only black or colourless lilies.»
They nod, understanding my point.
I won't wear any other symbol but Ignis's. I'll also need to come up with my personal one, but there's no hurry for that.
«Let's go, now,» I say after my hair is tied in a simple bun.
The tiara will make most of the work, either way. There's no need to overdo it.
«I've seen a beautiful one,» I say, observing how the gems draw shapes on my head. It's an interesting design.
«That one was her Majesty, the Queen Dowager's, favourite,» Bea replies.
«I see,» I murmur. Lola didn't seem to know it. She must be new to the job. How come they assigned such a young maid to me?
Not that I mind it. It's just strange.
«Give me that one,» I say.
Do I need to be wary of that woman? She better see it soon: her former place is my current one.
«Yes, your Majesty.»
It also suits my face better. It's completely covered by diamonds in different shapes and sizes. The central one is of rare pink colour, while the others are transparent except for a few blue or pink stones here and there. Maybe, it is too much for a simple breakfast.
«Let's go,» I say. «Who will accompany me?»
«I will, if your Majesty allows,» Bea says.
She's also very young to be a senior maid.
«Good.»
The door is opened, and I straighten my back before getting out. This time, I leave the train of the dress on the floor. It's not very long, so it doesn't bother me.
The sleeves of the gown almost touch the ground, so I'll have to be careful during breakfast, but they make me look more elegant with little effort.
«Her Majesty, Queen Veronica of Alba,» I hear while walking in the dining room.
I stand right in front of the door, observing how no one winces.
I clear my throat and turn to the herald.
«I guess you weren't loud enough,» I say. «Repeat. Slower and louder.»
The herald bows before executing the first order I give as a Queen.
This time, the guests notice how I'm not moving from here. Ignis will arrive soon, so they better get rid of their stubbornness before that.
When the herald is done with the announcement, the members of the Royal Family get up.
Only the Queen Dowager stays sat, but that is her right. She doesn't need to get up to greet me.
I walk to the table, purposely taking my time.
A servant moves the chair for me, and I sit down. Only when I'm comfortable at the table, do I turn my attention to the room.
«You may sit down,» I say with a polite smile.
They have yet to understand what a tyrant can do.
«It feels like being without a Queen for so long made the Palace dwellers forget their manners,» I say to the Queen Dowager. I use a friendly tone as if we were companions.
I should show her respect since I'm younger and she's my mother-in-law. But there aren't consequences planned for this sin, so the rule does not hold any value.
«Fortunately, things are going to change,» she replies, spitting out the words through her teeth.
I chuckle, noticing how most of the guests are already eating. They don't need to wait for Ignis and me before starting, for they can't know in advance whether we'll eat here or not. But once sat, I should be the first to start eating before they continue.
Oh, but that is a minor offence. I know how ugly it is to interrupt a good meal, but I won't tolerate it if it happens when Ignis is here.
«Good morning, your Majesty,» Juliet says from the seat next to mine. «I hope you're not too tired...»
«I'm fine,» I reply. «And you, too! How are you feeling? Your daughter is doing well?»
«We're both fine, your Majesty. Thank you for your consideration. We're both honoured for your concern.»
«How else could it be? We're family now.»
I make sure to say the word family louder. Loud enough for the Queen Dowager to hear.
«I'd like to see her,» I add.
Juliet startles, surprised, but she hides her worries soon enough.
In the end, this is a Royal Palace. Even a baby isn't safe from its machinations. This poor thing has gotten so used to protecting her child...
«Only if you're all right with it,» I add.
«How could I not be?» she replies, a nervous smile on her lips.