EVIE
The hours passed quickly. After the wedding ceremony, the guests, both Royal Ministers and the aristocrats of the society bowed and greeted them as they walked down the red-carpeted aisle.
"Congratulations, your Majesties. We wished you a blessed and wonderful marriage."
"May Her Majesty bear you godly and honorable children just as you are."
"We are honored that we have you as our Queen, your Majesty."
Evie, as taught by the Mistress of Etiquette, smiled and bowed at everyone.
Her lungs felt like they would burst at any time as she was overwhelmed by the people calling her 'Queen' and 'Her Majesty'.
That was one thing that she wasn't ready for.
She hates people's attention. And she hates being lifted on a pedestal when she knew that not all these people were sincere anyway.