The Queen's Maid

5

"Do you already have a dress picked out?" I asked.

"I was hoping you could help me with that."

"My, God, Izzy! It's two days until your coronation!" I exclaim.

"I know, I know. I just... I don't know. You're always do great at picking out clothes and stuff, so... yeah."

"Maybe you could wear white?"

"It's not my wedding."

"You'll be expected to pick someone for your wedding, though."

"Not pick. Announce."

"So... you already have someone in mind? And you know it can't be me, right."

"Yes, I know. I'm marrying the prince of Italy, to better our connections with them."

"How queenly of you."

"I suppose so. Now, back to dresses."

"Black?" I offer.

"I'm not going to a funeral."

"A light blue?"

"No."

"What about red?" With that, her eyes sparkle, and I can tell what she's going to say even before her lips part.

"Absolutely. And can it be the velvet one?"

"Anything for you, my dear."

"Thank you."

Author's Note

Hallo! So this chapter doesn't have much of a point, plus it's short, and I'm sorry about that. I'm liking this story, and it's soooo much fun to write. Anyways (I'll have to find a way to mix it up) have a great day! Bye!