The Darkling handed Genya over, like a tool for the queen to use. As She was. The queen leaned forward to look closely at the beautiful figure in front of her. "What is this Grisha?"

The Darkling relaxed for a moment, glad that the queen might take Genya. "She can change appearances, not that you would need it, my queen." It was obvious that he didn't really mean that, but the queen seemed content with it.

Genya stepped forward nervously, unsure if it was right or not. After a moment, though, the queen gripped her shoulder, fingers digging into soft skin that had years of work done to it.

They stepped into a room golden to the top with a throne which the queen plopped down on. "Okay, Grisha, what can you do for me?" Genya's mind froze. If the queen had asked what could she do, it would be fine, but for her. Is this what she walked into, being a slave for the queen? And she hadn't even met the king yet.