She was walking through her castle hallways, trying to get to the royal meeting as fast as possible without running. Oh! I am so sorry, I forgot to introduce you.
This is queen Lillith, she is the youngest monark, only 24 years old, but she is fierce, though and cold.
Now she was actually really late. She was starting to get worried, she was never late.
She started to run as best as she could in her high-heeled boots, and the long wine-red and black dress, plus the long black cape with the hood up, hiding her big dark-red mane she liked to call hair.
She was running at full speed now, all her jewelry clinging together, her boots hitting the floor hard, her hood falling off and all her dark-red hair flowing back.
When she got to the throne room she stopped right outside the door, fixed herself up and went in. She heard chatter from the others but as soon as she came in everyone stopped and looked at her. She saw only tree royals. "Where are the others?" She asked. A chill went down the others spines as she spoke. There was silence, noone wanted to say anything in case she got mad. "Well? Where is Erika and Moriss?" Her ice-blue cold eyes looked around the room, searching for answers. Then one of the kings, king Bruther, stepped up. "W-w-well, E-Erika said that sh-she couldn't come be-b-because she f-felt ill." She looked him up and down, he was wearing his usual light-blue shirt with golden buttons and light-brown pants. His little brown-bearded face looked very nervous.
"Hmm... and let me guess, Moriss' in the bathroom?" She asked, knowing that it was true. The others just nodded, she heard a "Classic Moriss." from somewhere.
She sighed and signaled for the other royals to sit down in the spare thrones her servants had sat up the day before. They all sat down and started discussing
