[Jewl]: 440.Unfinished Novels.Chapter
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Cal felt her light bronze hair stir across her shoulders as the wind swept it behind her. She smiled and turned back to her room. The well-furnished space had a relatively low ceiling, the way she liked it. Her height wasn’t really something she was proud of, an outstandingly incredible... five foot four. She had to look up to most of the men and other women she met when she was not on the petite silver throne next to her father. Low ceilings helped her feel more like other women her age, the ones that were averaged at five foot seven.
The spacious room was decorated in silver and a blue-green that was like the sea just before a storm. Draperies hung from a four poster bed with a canopy. Soft chairs , a dresser, activities to pass the time, and three doors. The doors led to a bath and toilet, the servant quarters, and to the rest of the palace. The bathroom was carved from grey and pink marble, and that room also had a connecting door to the servant’s entrance. The servant’s quarters itself was a place Caleni had only passed through once, and she didn’t intend to again. She despised the dreary, worn out look of the place. If she could have fixed it, she would; but she couldn’t change anything outside of her own room unless she had her father’s permission. So said the law, which she also had a disgust for.
Once I become Queen, I have to remember to correct that. She thought to herself as she crossed the space from her balcony to the main doorway. It’s bad enough the only men who’ll willingly marry me are either old, out of favor with the Courts, or complete idiots, or some combination of the three. That’s bad enough in itself, now I have to deal with all the other things pressed on me by royalty. Not to mention I am the only heir of age, and have to marry within the next four moons or won’t be eligible for the throne in the first place.