Sooner or later, this happens to everyone: a push, a loss of balance, an instant of free flight and a meeting with the ground. The fall is familiar to everyone who rides a horse, and in our history is no exception.
After Lukiia was a child, she fell...
I looked at the luxurious setting of the hall with its gold, lush fancy furniture, crystal chandelier, snow-white candles, an abundance of paintings in rich frames on the walls, sparkling parquet, in which everything was reflected as in a mirror.
I took off my mask and put myself in order: I smoothed out a black cape embroidered with gold threads with slits on the sides for hands
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(a gift from the queen), the black ironed trousers were clean, and my favorite oxfords with heels were also polished. Smoothing combed hair, but a couple of naughty strands all climbed early on the face. Only under the Queen I have the right to show my face, the rest of the time I always wear a mask, there are many enemies walking around who wish me death, only I didn't do anything for them.
Finally, the door at the back of the hall swung open and Queen Victoria, a short elderly woman in a richly embroidered, puffy black brocade dress, with soft features, a somewhat puffy face, entered into it, but she retained a friendly expression. A sheer lace cape was attached to her hair. I bowed low.
Victoria approached me and said affably:
"Welcome back, my traveler, what will you please me with today" - Victoria said softly.
"I brought you gifts and interesting stories from the Land of the Rising Sun" - I said, straightening up.
As I am a simple girl, not an aristocrat, communicates so calmly with the Queen herself. This is probably the merit of my grandfather. He did not tell how he became a close friend of King Albert, but this is what caused him to be a guest at BuckinghamPalace. I do not often visit the Queen only when I come from other countries to tell her my stories or give her an interesting gift, well, or when the Queen herself wants to be with me. Maybe this is where the nickname Traveler came from.
True, I hate this country, this class system, which separates people with its rigid boundaries and appropriates the dignity of life based on their origin, creating inevitable discrimination between them. But ... I cannot hate you, my queen.
Once she asked me a question that always torments me mentally:
"You won't leave me, will you?"
I looked at her in surprise and smiled faintly:
"What are you, how can I ? For no reason and never will I leave you, My Queen..."
