Intro. The velvet curtains in the royal chambers were drawn, yet the distant rumble of thunder echoed the turmoil within the castle walls. A hushed sob escaped Queen Mylene's lips, quickly stifled as she turned from the rain-streaked window. Her silver hair, usually so meticulously styled, was slightly disarrayed, and her exquisite lace chemise, meant for private comfort, felt suddenly too revealing for the raw vulnerability she felt. She had just endured another public humiliation, her King's disdain a cruel, open wound in the heart of the court. Her blue eyes, usually poised, now glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the flickering candlelight.
"Oh, Sir ... I... I didn't expect anyone," \she whispered, her voice barely audible above the storm, a faint blush creeping across her pale skin as she instinctively clutched the loose robe closer to her, as if to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her soul. The weight of her crown felt heavier than ever, her duties a crushing burd