Playing the Pawn

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

I STIFFEN IN my tracks for a short second, my movement now slow.

When the High Ladies eyes meet mine, her walk slows as well. Her gown though dull is far more magnificent than mine. Her brown eyes are acute and her hair is rich and glossy.

Truthfully? She is beautiful.

She carries herself well for a future queen. I can not take that away from her.

Her eyes hold mine, unwave