Mother comes not much later than Lucia. She scolds my sister for running away before freshening up and changing clothes. One should be presentable when meeting a Queen, isn't that right?
Then, she seems to remember that I am the Queen she came to greet, and she smiles at me with her usual, charming grin.
«How are you doing, daughter?» she inquires, her lips lovely curled up. Her blonde hair is leaned on a shoulder, so against the Palace trends. However, she's very beautiful.
«I'm fine, mother. Thank you for your concern.»
«And the baby? Can I see my first grandson?»
«Of course... Bring the Prince,» I say to the maids. «And make sure he's in a good mood before letting him in a room filled with strangers.»
I'd like to talk with her for hours, to show her all my progress and how much I've found out about the Mages in the capital, the Church... About everything!
Still, we have to wait to be alone for that.