Queen Isidora looks out over the dinner, seeing nothing but wealthy men traveling from far away to try and win her affections. Her face was stuck in a soft smile, eyes sparkling, even when she didn't mean it. Her dress was a stunning shade of blue that only accented her eye color, her headdress fitting of her station, her mannerisms perfect. Inside, she jsut wanted to run away, to yell and scream, but that would do little good.
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