"My Lady!" Colette greets the queen as she steps foot in her chamber. She stands tall, but the light blush cannot be missed on her cheeks. She hasn't seen the queen since...the day when the queen cried out her name in pure bliss, laying down in the grass of the garden...chills run down her spine everytime the memory flashes before her eyes. It was...heaven for Colette, even if she knows it's the greatest sin. "How can I...assist you today?" Colette asks, keeping her head down in a bow.