A warm, early spring breeze drifted through the stone corridor, where the ivy clinging to the arched windows had begun to sprout tender green buds.
Princess Margaret strolled down the corridor, dressed in a light formal gown.
The silver Pearl Crown on her head glistened softly in the spring light.
Around her neck, she wore an Amethyst Necklace, its silver pendant resting perfectly between her delicate collarbones, shimmering against her snow-white skin.
Her pale purple silk robe fell to her ankles, the collar and cuffs exquisitely embroidered with Golden Threads to form the crest of a purple and gold Griffin.
White silk stockings clung to her slender legs, and her silver high heels clicked crisply on the stone floor.
When she entered the throne room, the sixty-eight-year-old King Henry was standing before an open arched window.
The old King turned, his Scepter thudding against the floor.
"Kneel!"
