His Queen

25.

Let the torn be mended;
let the guilty be punished.
Tenfold, as he promised.

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The bright flames reflected the enormous emotion of nervousness that I have felt so boldly. In stride of my euphoric giddiness comes this mind and breath trembling wonder of what was to happen to me.

Shall I embarrass Harry?
Disgrace.

My breath exhales in a stuttered manner for I was frightened; so frightened. What was I to do? I was to be a reflection of Harry just as he made it clear the day that we have met. Must I ruin this for him and I fear that he will lose his trust upon me. I know not what to do; how was I to do this?

It was tonight.

Tonight where I shall meet people that I have never seen before.
Tonight where I will live my dream.

Sire, do you trust me so?
Do you trust me so much that you permit a commoner to be your reflection?

I did not know whether to be ultimately elated or to be terribly frightened about Harry's whole trust upon me. What if I did something wrong that was completely unintentional? Was he to lose his trust in me? This thought never ceases to bring such constriction to my heart and mind. My stare burns upon the fire staring straight through me and I slowly found it.

Coursing through my veins; unmistakably strong. Filling me with what I did separately need in this time of self altering confusion.

Courage and determination.

Never have I experienced an event that held such large importance yet I knew, that somewhere; somewhere in my heart despite these outrageous thoughts is certain that I would do everything in my might to do this right.

And make him proud.

"My lady?" Frances called out finally, after having me sit down on the couch for a small amount of time. Mind did I not yet it was just torturous to be left alone in the depths of my mind with my feet bouncing uncontrollably and quite so; unlady-like. My head turns to her and I found her smiling warmly.

There it is.

There.
There!

"The final adjustments have been completed as we have measured them yesterday; could you wear it for us once more, my lady? It for you to know if it fits perfectly." She smiles as Rose and Adelaide stood beside her with pride shining in their eyes.

With my heart racing and lip trembling in utter nervousness, I stood up yet it was undeniable that I was happy; I could not hide it despite the great nervousness that it brought in its stride. My feet padded the rich polished wood of France's work chamber and I could hear the multiple footsteps of my attendants behind me. They were elated and excited as much as I was. I could almost feel my heart flying with it's wings of happiness. Once more, I found myself casting a heavy gaze at the beautiful dress that stood proudly in front of me. My smile broadens even more as all pessimistic thoughts flee.

Adelaide and Rose unlaced the dress upon the mannequin with great care and their fingers quickly accomplished their work.
"My lady, here it is. If you would wear it kindly, please." Rose speaks, her mouth matching the color of her name for she had such rosy lips and I highly doubt that they were painted.