The Queen returned after a few moments, dabbing her eyes gently with a white handkerchief with a pink lace boarder.
Her movements were graceful, her long silk gown flowing behind her like water. Eilownia watched amazed as she practically floated back up to her throne.
She sat down and let out a very quiet, delicate snivel as the King waited for her to settle back into her seat. With her handkerchief wrapped around her index finger, she dabbed at her nose.
The action was so dainty that she even managed to make wiping snot from her nose to look like an elegant affair.
Eilownia couldn't take her eyes off of her, her jaw dropping in awe.
'Was my mother like that too? Did she move so beautifully? Would I have moved like that too if I were raised by mother?'
