"The marriage should be a spectacle!"
Princess Marissa had sat down with her lips pursed. She held her arms into a cross, sitting on the plush blue couch as her aunt Genevieve and her step mother, Morgana, sat on her opposite side, talking. They were being civil, or to be more exact to look "civil". Her aunt couldn't stand Queen Morgana not only the fact that this was the woman who had an affair with her late sister's husband before her sister's death but also the fact that Aunt Eve understood Queen Morgana wished to steal the throne for her soon-to-be-born son.
