Preparation

Royal Palace, Austria

Anina looked towards the source of sweet confident voice, there was a woman in her fifties but looked so gorgeous. She was so awestruck to respond.

"So, she is the Royal Queen?"

The woman looked with silent eyes to check Anina up and down. Anina averted her eyes feeling confused thinking, was something wrong with her appearance or the way she eating?

Anina shrugged looking at hands and touched her mouth making sure nothing was there. She looked fine. But eyes of the lady felt unusual. So sharp and screamed superiority.

Anina stood up to greet, "Hello. This is Anina."

She put on a smile that was enough reach her eyes. Though this woman looked domineering, Anina believed in one thing, she never done any harm to her or the woman did. Being genuine and polite were the forms to be true to the one's self.

"If you don't mind, how may I address you, ma'am?"