Old Aquaintance...?

The Queen was beyond nervous to meet her ex-arch nemesis. For a surprising brief moment, the person who is so composed and always smiling lost her charm when the news was dropped on her in the evening.

It was the night before the arrival of his mother.

"Queen, I suggest you to calm down. I can literally see your head..."

"Burning. I know. I know...just, take some rest. I'll be okay by tomorrow morning. It's only about meeting an old friend, right?" The Queen chuckled dishonestly, although squeezing none signs of laughter from her handmaiden.

"I hope you do well tomorrow, your highness. I'll be there anyway."

She said and left the chambers.

Turning back into the mirror, the Queen recollected the almost ancient words if her dear mother, who had shared the thoughts from the remembrance of her mother and in turn from there hers.

"Courage isn't born, it is always made with decision. There are no wrong moves." She mumbled quietly to herself.