Story 1: Alexandria Lonayn Vs The Queen's Court

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A/N: This is the first collection of stuff like this I've ever done, so CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed. HATE CRITICISM IS DESPISED on my end I would like it if you would restrain from spewing such things. Enjoy!

            I knew Anna Bannock since we were children in the nursery about the age of five or six. Since I met her, I have yet to meet anyone more altruistic and kind in nature, but have never ceased to discover those persons who unfortunately contain the opposite personality of my dear friend.

     Sadly, most of those persons are members of the aristocratic court that accompanied Her Majesty the Queen on her trips around the kingdom. Due to Anna Bannock being a noble herself, and mine being a companion of sorts, we were both subjected to the insipid torture of the Queen's court.

    The first thing I noticed entering the main hall of the Queen's palace were the absurd amount of glass and crystal chandeliers that adorned the ceiling and continuously sparkled sunlight through the small diamond-shaped cuttings. 
       Why would anyone need such a superfluous collection of chandeliers, and why put them all in one hall? I shall never understand the royal thought process, and I wish to never try to do so. As we walked, I could see Anna's eyes flicker over the chandeliers as well, glancing at them as if they could fall at any moment, which they could given the age of the palace itself.

"Your Grace, her ladyship Anna Bannock of Reinheart Valley Estate to see you, accompanied by Miss Alexandria Lonayn of Lacryss Field Manor."

        The butler of the palace opened the door and Anna and I were greeted with a horrendous display of mismatched fabrics and colors not meant for any sensible human to wear. Then again, the women and men suffocated by said fabrics were royalty, and sensibility was for publicity, not private propriety inside the castle.

        The Queen herself looked in good health, and it was not above Anna or mine's station to tell her so. Her Majesty smiled gently and stood, taking Anna's hands in her own.

"My dear Lady Bannock, how you've grown! Is you father well? I hear he's been managing the estate by himself after your mother left for Grancely, is that right?"

"My father is very well, your Majesty, and he will be delighted when I tell him you asked. He thinks of you very highly, ma'am," Anna said, the years worth of finishing school training seeping almost effortlessly into her conversation. 

"I should hope so!" The Queen laughed. "I am the Queen after all and I should like to think my subjects like me. I should very much like to keep my head thank you!"

           At this, the five or so ladies around her Majesty giggled and gossiped like birds in a garden, feigning humor in a flat joke too good an opportunity to pass up. The Queen then turned to myself, flashing me a smile.

"I take it you are miss Alexandria Lonayn from Lacryss? I do love that area around the spring. So many cherry trees in full bloom."

"Yes, your Grace. I too adore Lacryss."

"Your name is very beautiful Miss Lonayn. Who named you, and whatever after?"

"My father named me after the ancient library that stood in Egypt and was described as holding almost every work of literature and writing in the world at the time."

"Interesting indeed. Please, wish him well for me. Off you go then, ladies. You must get changed in time for the ball tonight. Please, nothing too ostentatious if you will." The Queen leaned into our ears and whispered: "I can't hardly stand the colors around me much longer, yet they insist it's the new fashion in Jackris nowadays."

          With that, the Queen stood straight and waved us out to the butler, who then guided us up the stairs of the lobby to a long and brightly lit hallway. As we walked, the butler pointed out the different rooms and staircases.

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