Blindness

12 January, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

The candles.

So, so many candles burning. The hundreds - or was it thousands? - of flickering flames lighting her path and beckoning her forward.

Celia tried to focus on the endless sea of little flames in front of her as she moved down the chapel aisle ever so slowly.

Light streamed through the stained glass windows, marking the rich carpet before her with colourful shapes.

The heavy velvet mantle draped across her shoulders was heavy. Its great length streamed out from behind her. Her two most senior ladies-in-waiting walked behind her, having been granted the privilege of carrying its ermine trimmed edges while she made her entrance.

The young queen couldn't have moved faster even if she'd wanted to. She's felt like she was walking through water, everything around her slow and blurred.