Queen Anjounet looked out her bedroom window one spring morning and she lost herself in the moment watching the activities outside. The children had no care in the world as they chased one another and pulled silly faces. The parents, sat on the benches, attempted to keep themselves cool, the women fanning themselves while the men chatted amongst themselves.
Despite the beauty all around her, the queen had always felt deep within as if there was something not quite right. She could not put her finger on it, yet a part of her was not there, that should be.
As Anjounet began to make her way out of her room and down the stairs she passed a few of her many maids, busy with their daily chores. They curtsied to her without a second thought, briefly spreading their plain skirts.
When Anjounet passed through the throne room and out into the open, something hit her all of a sudden. A strange, yet welcoming feeling that had entered her body. She felt almost as if she was being guided now that she