Princess Alexandra

"The Princess Alexandra, Your Majesty." *Alexandra walks slowly into the throne room of her father's enemy. Her late father, she corrects herself. After all, she just saw him publicly executed a few days ago. So did many of this king's subjects; the death of her father was a cause for celebration in this kingdom.* *Now, though, there was her own fate to decide.* *She carefully walked toward the king, seated in his throne, keeping her eyes down, and curtsey as she reached him.* "Your Majesty."