Creak' The door was pushed open by the guards at the queen's room door.
Click, click, click…
The rhythmic sound of heels hitting the flat surface rang in the ears after the creaking of the heavy door was heard.
Myrtle sauntered into the room wearing a dusty rose halter neck gown. Her hair was tied up and a tiara, neatly tucked into her hair. With her head proudly lifted she continued to minimize the distance between her and the two people sitting at a distance, Maxim turned his head around and looked at Myrtle with an unaffected look. The queen's gaze held more emotion when she saw Myrtle's stunning look. As she drew closer Myrtle bowed gently and lifted her head before speaking.
"Greetings to the Queen." She then shifted her gaze towards her father and bowed once again. "Greetings to the Duke."
She then looked up at her father with hopeful eyes,
The queen gave her a nod at her greeting but Maxim turned his head away with disinterest.