The wise ruler

Marguerite looks at the court assembly slightly lost. She has been feeling slightly better lately and Armel proposed that she attends the evening court if she wants to. Tired of staying in bed, she accepted.

She doesn't know for how long Armel is planning to delay the assimilating with the bead, but she is slightly grateful in her heart. She thought about it days prior, wasn't it a bit stupid of her to simply swallow that? She has always been weak to pain after all. But now she lives everyday with an anxious heart that she will suddenly feel the immense pain.

The ministers all look at her with vigilant eyes. They seem to hold fear and hatred for her a she sits on the queen's throne even though the coronation has yet to occur. Marguerite understands their thoughts and doesn't take offense, only sporting a helpless smile of resignation.