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Mid August, 1795,
THE QUEEN OF ANGRIA had never imagined, that in the twenty eight years of her life, she would ever see a sight so beautiful—and rather startling, if she was being honest—than the one she was at present being privy to.
Summer was almost at its end, and the sky was a deep hue of pink marring the still yellow sun rays as though the two colors were embraced in a battle of love and friendship, dallying around each other, their conversations etched in teasing and dances, painting the sky in a reflection.
The Queen had wandered outside the Angrian Royal countryside retreat—a stunning chateau named after the late King Rudolph—draped in vines and wisteria that was forever blooming ferociously in every season, to the point that the gardeners had to trim blooms that ended up covering the windows of the chateau bedrooms and halls.
Château de Ru, was a castle from a fairytale—perhaps made for Queen Isadora's own fairytale life, or perhaps, for the fairytale lives to come of the little Angrian royals she had raised and given birth to.
Her children were indeed the reason she had ventured outside at present, and had excused herself from the hours and hours of sending in instructions and penning down thank you letters for the End of Summer Festival that had taken place in Angria yesterday. The annual festival was funded and hosted entirely by the royal family and took place in Angria. It was for the Kingdom of Angria and every noble and commoner residing inside it was asked to attend and enjoy it.
Queen Isadora Casimir had had the idea for such an annual festival two years ago, and she had been heartily adhering to it every year since, to the immense gratitude and bliss of the people of Angria. The festival yesterday had sport games, competitions, amusement rides the likes of a glorious Ferris wheel, food stalls, exotic animals, dancing and music. Everyone had been invited, rich or poor, and every service provided at the festival had been free.
Having sat with the Royal Advisor—Eugene Flammant—for the better part of the day making sure everything remaining for the festival was settled—the aiding labor paid and dealings settled, Isadora had excused herself with much relief when she had begun to suspect that Flammant had wanted to broach the subject of the florists at the festival next—a subject the two of them were delicately on odds with. Isadora wanted all the florists who had contributed to the festival yesterday to be paid equally, fair or not, whilst Eugene was in favor of the payment being made in accordance with the varying contribution all florists involved had made.
At present however, as she looked at the approaching sight before her, while the sky doused itself above with more pink and slowly took over the fierce sun rays, the fair skinned and light haired baby girl the Queen held to her side cooed, her voice a soft caress as Isadora turned her head to the side to press a kiss to the baby girl's forehead.
She peered into her child's eyes, her beautiful almond shaped brown eyes that were almost hazel in this pink sunlight.
"Are you watching this, my love?" Isadora spoke to her youngest daughter-her moonlight born baby girl who had just turned one year of age.
"Look at what your siblings are up to," Isa murmured against her baby's cheek.
"How mischievous they are! Have you seen a more mischievous bunch? I declare you are the only one like me, my darling Odette. We shall stick with each other in face of these troublemakers."
From behind Isadora, a half stifled giggle was heard, and The Queen of Angria smiled at the presence of her favorite of her ladies-in-waiting behind her.
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