As Kamaria's journey unfolds, she discovers the true nature of power and the sacrifices that come with it. She must navigate through political alliances, betrayal, and treacherous plots to secure her place as Queen of Scotland. Along the way, she le...
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗦, are preparing for the costume ball set to take place later that evening. Kamaria and her companions gather, sifting through costumes and jewelry.
When Kamaria noticed the looks on her friends' faces she spoke up, "Well, I would never know there was a costume banquet in an hour, from the faces I see."
"How can you be so cheerful, knowing how soon we're leaving?" Yelena asked the girl, disbelief etched on her face.
Kamaria looked at her and responded, "Should I spend my final hours in France sulking and weeping?"
"Don't forget yearning and remorse," interjected Adara.
"Kamaria is correct. What's wrong with us? Why should we indulge in sorrow when we have another option? Why not embrace the time we have left and capture some joy while it's still within our grasp?" Zahria suggested.
"Yes, some pleasure," Adara states, holding up a dress against herself for the others' appraisal. "Or perhaps a bit of spite."
Kamaria's smile broadens as she faces Adara. "A charming forest! France will be utterly enchanted by you."
Adara's laughter rings out in response, "I do hope they'll remember me."
"Do you intend to attire yourself in a footman's uniform?" Anayna inquires of Zahria, who is also in search of the ideal gown.'
"Certainly, why not? However, if I reconsider, I'll choose both," Zahria states defensively.
Kamaria regards Zahria with suspicion, then shrugs and departs, holding her costume as she returns to her chambers.
As Kamaria entered her chamber, she closed the door behind her and proceeded to shed her gown and heels. She exchanged them for a costume, a sleeveless white dress that gracefully accentuated her golden brown skin.
The dress featured a modest chest area, revealing just a hint of skin, and one side was slit to display her leg, while the other draped elegantly over her legs. The dress was secured with straps that extended into a cape flowing majestically behind her.
Complementing the ensemble were white heels adorned with golden motifs on the heels. Her arm was adorned with a gold upper cuff bracelet, and each hand bore two gold rings. Kamaria's beauty was understated; her hair cascaded down her back in natural curls, crowned with a wreath of oak leaves.
Kamaria stood before the mirror, adorning herself with earrings when a loud bang startled her. It was merely one of her packed trunks.
Approaching cautiously, her eyes widened as she unearthed an item bearing the royal English seal. Examining the artifact, she murmured, "What's this? The royal English seal."
Her gaze swept the room, seeking the enigmatic girl who had assisted her since her arrival at court. "This belongs to Simon, doesn't it? Why would you want me to have this?" she pondered aloud.
