Ellen sat comfortably while the Royal stylist and her maid dress her up. She thought about her conversation with Richard earlier that morning. Richard was clearly shaken by the new information.
He would not believe the story if not for the fact that Ann was standing right beside him and nodding her head in agreement. He honestly did not mind keeping his existence a secret, after all his life was at stake. To be more accurate someone always wanted his life from his birth.
Ellen's maids helped her stand up from her chair while the stylists adjusted her dress. Soon enough a veil convered her face and as if in cue someone knocked on her door.
"My Princess, it is time," the savant who step in informed.
Ellen nodded her head in response. She was feeling scared, nervous, and angry. Her emotions were all over the place, like her, pams and forehead were sweating. Her maid waited patiently for her to move but Ellen could not move her legs, they felt stuck to the ground.
