<span style="color: #8000BF"><div style="text-align: right;">Cestaline Rhuin<br/>Evil Queen</div></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0040"> "Darling, it's time to rise and shine."</span><br/><br/>Cestaline, who prefers to go by Ces, rolled her eyes at her husbands gentle 'wake-up', if you could even call it that, as Cest had been awake for hours, trying to come up with more strategies for the, likely unknown by her king, up and coming war that was brewing. However, despite the late night and early start, she also knew that she had to act her part- the loving wife, the adoring Queen. So, keeping this in mind, she opened up her mouth and forced a yawn (which wasnt hard, as she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>quite tired) and inquisited<span style="color: #8000BF">"Already? It felt like such a short rest," in a sleepy voice. </span><br/><br/>The king, the man that she shared a bed with, the man that she detested with every molecule of her being, looked at her with loving and adoring eyes as he changed out of his bed clothes.<span style="color: #BF0040"> "Yes, dear, it is. Our breakfast is almost ready, so I suggest you get out of bed fairly quickly."</span>He smiled and turned back around to focus on the soft cloth that hes was currentley clothed in. With the Kings back to her, Cest smirked, rather quite proud of her acting skills.<br/><br/>She changed her arrogant, prideful smirk to a peaceful smile and responded with a "<span style="color: #8000BF">Yes, of course. Go down. I shall be there as soon as I change into my colors</span>." Which she did. After the king had left, Ces called for her personal lady's maid, instructing the young girl (Cest didn't know her name as she figured it didnt make sense to pay attention to things that simply don't matter, and a servant is exactly that) to unbotton the rather simple nighting gown that she had on and lace and hook a more elaborate (though not to elaborate, as that would should show power, and the king was the kind of man that didn't like to flaunt things like that) dress. It was going fine, just like any other day, until the<span style="font-style: italic">stupid</span>girl managed to somehow nick her arm while finishing hooking her corset. How she managed to do that, Cest had no idea, but in the end it didn't matter. Because, despite it being a complete accident, Cestaline, someone who had managed to have perfect milky white skin since she had wormed her way up the palace, was<span style="font-style: italic">furious</span>. She whirled around, ready to scold the idiotic girl, until she noticed the young thing tearing up.<br/><br/>"I- I'm so sorry, your Majesty," the servant girl said immediately. "It wasn't on purpose, I promise!" She continued to beg, not wanting to anger the Queen.<br/><br/>Cest wished she could explode right then and there, make the stupid girl to wish she had never been born, but she knew she couldn't, as that would completely ruin everything she had worked for, the perfect mask she had created. So instead, she let herself have one have last eye roll, and then forced herself to calm down. She may have been angry, but she wasn't stupid, and ruining something that took years to create was, in her mind, the very definition of stupid. So, taking a deep breath and looked down in the girls eyes. "<span style="color: #8000BF">It's not your fault. Accidents happen, so pay it no heed,</span>" she said, smiling and putting a hand on the youths cheek. "<span style="color: #8000BF">However, i would like to finish changing in private now. So go now, run along</span>."<br/><br/>The servant looked immensely grateful. "Yes. Yes, of course," she squeaked, turning around and opening the door. After the terrible servant left, which of who Cest decided she would replace, she finished dressing, which was quite a feat without help, and walked down the stairs until she reached the dining hall.<br/><br/>She took a controlled breath, and, putting the happiest face on she could, she walked in to the large room.