I moaned in distress, combing my hair. I peered at the mirror, suddenly reminded of the disaster that had occurred today. I cursed out loud, stomping my foot on the polished floor.
"Why in the goddess' name did you do that?" I said to myself. "The Dowager has always been such a pain." I combed harder, hissing when I pulled too hard.
I exhaled sharply, dropping the comb and rubbing my forehead. Gosh! Now my head is pounding beyond relief.
Deep breaths, Eloise, deep breaths.
It can't be all bad, right? The only worse thing is that the Dowager may never want me to set foot in her wing again, which means navigating my new life as queen without guidance. Goddess! Just thinking about that got me more anxious. I don't know the palace rules as well as she does; I'm at a significant disadvantage here.
The doors opened, and I peeked at the mirror when Drevon stepped into my line of vision.
