Chapter 5- The Fortress of Queens

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The Fortress is so very odd! I know it might be treasonous to say so but Her Highness Sileena Sporthood is rather strange. I suppose I should start from where I left off...

The caravan pulled into a large courtyard obviously meant to receive arrivals. I stepped out and footmen came to assist me and unload the carts. They escorted me into a grand foyer that made me feel woefully under dressed in my plain blue dress. I was told to wait by a footman.

A few minutes later a pale-skinned woman with bright blue eyes and black hair walked in. She was wearing a multilayered purple dress. I bowed, as it was obvious that she was the Queen. "Welcome to my humble adobe, dear." She said. "Thank you for inviting me, Your Highness." I replied, using my best manners. "I'm sorry about your parents." She said, going quiet for a moment. "Well, forgive me for being rude! You may call me Sileena, darling. I hate all these fancy titles. And you are Miss. Alexandra Caeden. Your parents were good people." "I started. "You, you knew them?" I asked, incredulous. I was wondering (and still am) as to how the Queen of the kingdom of Fielder knew two simple common people like my parents. "Oh don't worry, dear. I will explain all that and more at dinner tonight. Right now I will give you some time to rest and freshen up in your chambers. Wallace!" The last bit was directed to a footman who escorted me away up a grand set of stairs.

  Wallace!"  The last bit was directed to a footman who escorted me away up a grand set of stairs

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Sileena's dress

My rooms are very large. There is a reception room, the bedroom, and a private bathroom with a huge bathing pool. There is a huge closet filled with gowns of every size and color. There are tapestries and paintings on the walls and the floor is covered in the softest carpet. I love it, although the dresses are not necessarily my style. Oh, here are the maids, ready to get me ready for dinner.

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