"Hurry up and stop slacking," a servant hissed at Korra as she stood in a corner.
"Don't worry, we all know you don't want to be seen by your family, but then you're only a servant, so get going," another snapped.
Korra lowered her head and joined the line. The banquet hall was lively, with a welcoming ambiance as the guests chatted and toasted to the success of their plans.
The arrival of the Queen was grand—she marched in, all adorned in a golden robe, her hair nicely packed to the back, and her grey hair hidden beneath the black ones. She was not a fan of dye, but with the rate at which it was turning colors, she was fast considering going down that line. She wasn't old compared to the others, but her hair was changing and falling out quickly.
Queen Melissa wore a small smile. Her eyes glanced around the room, then she extended a hand to Adela, who took it without delay.
"You look breathtaking," she murmured, brushing loose hair from her face.
