The maid slipped into the room on her tip toes with the breakfast tray. As she moved across the room, she made what seemed to the Queen to be an egregious amount of noise. The dishes on the try clattered, her shoes on the floor clicked, her starched petticoats rasped against one another, even her breathing seemed unnecessarily loud.
And the worst part of it was that she was the best maid that she'd had yet. There was simply no way to make the noise stop. Yelling was no use. It seemed as if the more the Queen yelled, the louder the maids were as they attempted to be silent.
Well, she was awake now and may as well get up. The Queen waited for the maid to set down the tray and clomp out of the room before sitting up in her bed. Setting aside the silken mask that she slept in, the Queen pushed aside the whisper-soft satin coverlet and the heavy velvet curtains that cocooned her bed.
Stretching her arms up over her head, she glided over to the pretty little table where her breakfast waited. She arranged her soft nightgown around her prettily as she sat down to eat.
At least today was certain to be a better day. The brat was gone and without that little princess around making her look bad, everyone had been praising her beauty again. She mused as she nibbled the fruit on her breakfast tray that perhaps it was time for her to visit her mirror again. With her stepdaughter gone and no woman at court able to hold even a candle to her, it was impossible for the mirror to name anyone but her as the fairest in the land.
Yes, it was going to be a very good day indeed.
