Anne elegantly walks into the ball room, with a few of her ladies in waiting trailing behind her. Everyone is already dancing and chatting, for the part had already been going on for a good 45 minutes. Why was she late? Well only you knew the answer to that. She sat up on her thrown, right next to her husband. The king. He glared over at her but she was just looking straight ahead. At you. As you walk into the ballroom your eyes meet. She gives you a smile before you are torn away by some of your friends, and are engulfed into the crowd