<div class="floatright">(http://www.easyimage.us/media/files_image/user2659/14144ae91f20.jpg)</div>Even the ceremony dress that had been laid out for her was different.   It was risque to say the least.   More a  cloak then a dress in her assessment of it.   It had a billowing effect with its sheer delicate material.   Yet at the same time it clung to her as if a second skin.    The clasp that kept this unique dress together more a collar then a clasp to hold the dress in place.   The slightest ripple of her hips sash shay would cause the dress to open in the front.   Causing Wahida to use her hands to keep the dress from opening.<br/><br/>The priests led her down deeper and deeper into the bowels of the castle.   Deeper then she had ever gone before.   It made her mind race,  she never before had been summoned by her mother the queen.   Finally the passage opens up into a grand chamber.   A archway sits at one end of the chamber and her mother on a alter or dais is sprawled reclining in the nude.   This surprised her,  along with the fact her mother looked no older then her.    Instead of mother and daughter they could have passed for sisters.<br/><br/>What precisely was going on.    On the way down,  she had thought hard on it.   Perhaps this is her rite of passage,  where the priests will say some words,  some kind of ritual and she  be declared heir of the land and first in succession.    She could do without the nudity.   Not that she minded being near naked.   Seeing her mother naked really is disconcerting.    Would she be like her flawless in the future.    Wide eyed she checked her thoughts and looked to the priests and then to her mother.   A puzzled look upon her expression.    Wondering what she should do.   Having already decided in her mind what this is about.<br/><br/>Even through she had all the warning presented to her before hand.   The disappearance of Miraka before her.    But foresight had not born fruit out of her naive belief in her mother's just rule.