The queen stepped into the spacious hall, decorated with precious mosaics, and cast a benevolent look at the bright heads of three ladies-in-waiting, who crouched in a low curtsey.

The most beautiful and well-born unmarried girls of the Hill, the best material for strategic marriages and inter-hill intrigues. Once upon a time, she also lowered her head low, greeting her royal brother. There were good times, there is something to remember.

- Riel, I need you, - she turned to the last one, whose wide dress spread out on the floor like a luxurious silver flower. “I decided to get Ten a new pair. I'm telling you myself, so that...