The next morning, Anneliese, Genevieve and Preminger were standing in the throne room, waiting for Preminger's daughter.
Actually, only one of them was standing. Genevieve sat on her wheelchair and Preminger...
Preminger walked around aimlessly and nervously.
"Calm down," Anneliese said.
"She's just a regular girl," Genevieve added.
"Actually, she is pretty special," Anneliese whispered to her mother.
"Of course she is," Genevieve replied. "I've never seen Preminger so nervous."
"Neither have I," Anneliese quietly said.
They both giggled as they watched Preminger's pointless action.
"Come on, dear," Genevieve said to Preminger. "You need to calm and..."
The door opened.
Preminger stopped, and the Queen shut up.
A slim and beautiful girl walked into the room.
Her black hair sparkled as the sunbeams peeked in from the windows and fell on the girl's head. Her sparkly light gray eyes gave away the sunshine in her mood.
She walked gracefully to the royals and bowed.
Her shy smile warmed the Queen's heart.
"Your Majesties," the girl's quiet and soft voice greeted them.
"My name is Adella," she introduced herself, and waited for someone to take over the talk.
"Hello, Adella," Anneliese hurried to make a new friend. "I'm Anneliese, and this is my Mother, Queen Genevieve."
Genevieve smiled warmly at the girl.
Adella looked sadly at the Queen's wheelchair and said guiltily, "I'm very sorry about all my Mother did to you."
"You don't need to be sorry," Genevieve said without even a hint of disapproval. "It wasn't your fault."
Adella smiled and turned to speak with Preminger.
But the King was lost in his thoughts, so Adella didn't even try to start a conversation with him.
Instead, she turned back to Genevieve as the Queen said, "Welcome to our family, my dear."
Adella wished to hug the Queen for such good regard.
But since she had just met her, Adella just smiled her shy and adorable smile.
Anneliese stepped closer to Adella.
"Come on, Adella. I'll show you around," she called to the new Princess.
Adella bowed before the Queen and the King, and then followed the friendly Princess out of the room.
"She's lovely," Genevieve said when the doors closed after the girls.
"Don't you think?" she turned to her husband.
"What?" Preminger woke up from his thoughts. "Oh, yes," he replied.
Then, he thought for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"
Genevieve sighed.
"What's on your mind?" she asked.
"Nothing. She just reminds me of her mother when she was young," Preminger answered.
A small flash of jealousy rushed through Genevieve.
"So she was more beautiful and better than me?" she asked, trying to sound aggrieved.
"No, no," Preminger said and leaned closer to his wife.
"You are the most beautiful in my eyes," he said and turned the Queen's head to face him. "You are the best. And that will never change."
Preminger kissed her as proof.
Genevieve blushed when she saw the two Princesses on the door.
But she wasn't brave enough to push Preminger away.
Instead, she made a gesture for the girls to leave, and they did.
Genevieve heard two soft giggles as the girls left.
"They are so beautiful together," Genevieve heard Adella's voice say.
Genevieve smiled, as much as she was able to, and then forgot about the girls.
Because she was with her true love.