Caidoz

Chapter 32

   "MY QUEEN, WE HAVE RETURNED WITH WHAT YOU REQUESTED-"
   A white gloved hand was raised with adaquet grace. Click-clack. "My dear friend, we never call the Queen, my. She cannot be touched by anyone, for her given place is far beyond what is imaginable." The woman then laughed. "You will, of course, be punished. There is no exception for thus."

   A porcelain tea cup was raised to her full pink lips. After she had taken a sip and placed it back onto matching plate, she reached across the small table at which she sat in her ballroom, plucking a treat from the reflective platter. The floors were granite, painted pink with a glossy glow, the walls composed of mirrors, all screaming her appearance from every beautiful angle. Smoke floated around the room and light came from the giant window which was placed near the ceiling, creating a murky gloom. The woman bit into a cream tart and she was reminded of how little she had. How very much  she still needed.

"Y-YES, YOUR HIGHNESS." The severial said, never failing to address her in his proper stance of salute.
   Black eyes darted to the servant. Her severial. "Dear, dear," She cooed, clicking her tounge. "Was that a stutter? You must be frightened, being in front of the monarch, trembling in your stockings. Don't be, thus I beg of you. You are a part of the Queen's army and I am providing you a placement here. You are given barracks to recharge, and authority to command the commoners. You want that, don't you?"

"YOU ARE CORRECT AS ALWAYS, YOUR HIGHNESS."
   Her bright smile seemed to make the room light up as she checked her image in the plate, assuring herself that her long white hair was the picture of perfection. Her dress was a pure white with a ruffled back. It was cut away in the front to form a short gown with a elegant trail. In the front, small gears trailed up the front of the flexible iron clinqe. A half mask was upon her face, gears turning and pausing in their momentum momentarily. Click-clack.

"I suppose I have my heart for others. Now, enough of your chatter or I will have your pushiment quadrupled."
"AS YOU COMMAND." He said. The woman finished her tart and drank a small amount of her tea.
   "Ahh." She said with a sigh of relish as the golden liquid ran down her throat. "What do you have for the queen?"

   The large iron doors opened at upon her questioning and a small cart was wheeled through, escorted by two marching severials with the familiar clanked sound of which was music to her ears as it sang her little achievements in life which was all she truly had. A wardrobe was perched on top with side tables attached, carrying packages of sweets, care treatments, and other similar luxuries.

"THE FINEST OF MERCHANDISE FROM SIMEH'S FOUND GOODS."
   The woman stood tall, her dress train laying on the chair, eyes crestfallen. Her lips fell into a small "oh" and she looked at each guard in the eyes. She moved to the cart elegantly, inspecting the goods and assortments to which had been delivered. Nothing caught her attention in particular, though she scanned every item carefully. She attempted a smile, for their benefit, but it could not be done.

"Mmm. I see. So cookies, powder, hair combs, boxes of tea, broachs, and all the rest of thus is for me."
   The severials all looked at one another. Worried frowns spread over their faces.
   The woman sighed and opened the cabinet to which was upon the wheeled cart. She saw it as her duty to see what else they had brought her.

Dresses of all styles were laid out in front of her view. Shades of violet, pink, red, green, brown, black, orange, blue and many other colors vanished from her vision, uninterested. They were the little she was given as a queen. She was about to her turn back to her golden tea. To relax in her own peace and think on about sponsering the quest. She couldn't get side tracked now. Until something white caught her eye.

The woman turned to the open cabinet again. It had not been her imagination, for she saw the dress clearly. Her eyes widened and she pulled the hanger out. It was stunning in every way, the embroidery ultra soft to the touch, composed of a silver thread. The patterns of this stitching formed was seemed to be ocean shells slightly above the waist and the skirt was long and flowing, appearing to billow around in a wave-like motion.