Arianna
At last Arianna found herself at the top of the stairs to the assembly hall, smoothing down the thick velvet of her red skirts.
"All rise," commanded the herald, and the others dutifully did so. "Presenting her Royal Highness, the Princess Arianna."
She ignored the fact they had left the "Crown" out of her title. The assembly always smelt of drink and sweat, no matter who she uninvited. They watched her every move. She breathed deeply and went down the steps, careful to hold herself straight, smile politely, move at the right pace up to the high table.
The empty high table.
In times past, she would have cursed the others for being late, but now, any fault in their image only added to hers. Which had to be good. Her eyes sparkled at the thought as she moved to her seat right next to that of her mother. That would soon be hers.
"Please, sit, while we await my brother and sisters," she said, motioning with a smile. She sat down herself. A servant put a pitcher of wine in front of her.
She sniffed it. No sleeping powder in this one.
Perhaps tonight would be a good night after all.
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