All of them felt a little wary to see her veiled appearance but no one dared show it on their faces. After all, those chosen to be part of the welcoming party were experienced leaders and merchants—their fortunes would have long been ruined if they did not know how to control their real emotions.
Though these people wore polite expressions, their gazes curiously followed the figures of the King and the Queen of Megaris, especially taking note of how gently the red-eyed king was escorting his wife. What had been engraved in their hearts for the past seventeen years, that fear and those doubts about her would not just disappear so easily overnight.
Her Majesty Queen Seren Ivanov after all was still the same Princess Seren Ilven, the illegitimate daughter of the King, the cursed third princess of this kingdom, said to be a witch and an omen of disaster.