still {on HOLD}

chapter three

{ Etanna-Prior Kingdom }          ( POV of Queen Adela Emerson )

     

      When we arrived at Madison's Kingdom, her guards let us in the gates with ease because they knew we were the visitors she was expecting. So far, everything I had heard was true, Madison did have a beautiful kingdom. It was basically like a frozen wonderland. The people who roamed her kingdom always had a happy look on their face. 

    I wasn't going to lie, I was happy to finally see her again. That is, unless, she was upset with me. 

   We crossed a massive snow-dusted bridge to get to the entrance of her kingdom. When we arrived at the gates of her kingdom, her guards opened the frosty gates slowly and let us in. Her horsemen and the rest of her fleet were lined in neat rows, all holding lanterns covered in dangling jewels. They were all dressed in shiny silver armour, with her family crest of jumping hounds carved into each chest piece of each suit. Each of her 30 banner-men sit tall on their horses, their banners containing the jumping hounds and her white and silver coat of arms.

  Three of her most decorated warriors met us and let us through the kingdom to her palace. The arch over the entrance was made of elegant marble stone that was carved with the crest and various types of vines.

   Once we were inside, you could see her regal throne at the top of two connecting staircases. There were gray marble pillars supporting the extremely beautiful ceiling. The ceiling of the palace she called home was decorated with portraits of her family and polished silver metal encasing them. Her throne was was made of the same eloquent silver steel and the cushions of the chair made of white fur.

   At a single glance of her kingdom, you could catch millions of beautiful things within seconds.

Then, a loud clamour that had the beat of an army marching. Looking up, I saw her. Madison Elizabeth Etanna-Prior. She was wearing an extremely regal gray gown with a white fur shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She was linked arm-in-arm with her husband, Quincy Prior. Her crown stood tall upon her head, decorated with jewels. Her twin daughters stood together, one of them holding a small spotted cat that yawned and licked its sleepy chops.

     "Welcome. To my kingdom, Miss Straugh." she spoke through her cold, plump, pink lips. She slowly glided down the stairs, her gray dress shuffling with every step. "This is my home."