Roman, Anya, and Amelia followed the guard as she led them to where the Queen was. Roman was starting to feel a little nervous, but he kept walking.
"The Queen is beyond this door. Please behave yourself—for your own good," she said before opening the large door.
Roman took a deep breath and stepped in first. As soon as he did, all the eyes in the room turned to him.
There was a long table in the middle of the room, and the place was nicely decorated, but Roman couldn't focus on that.
He kept walking with Anya and Amelia beside him, feeling the weight of all those stares. It was like each person at the table was trying to peek into his soul.
One of the gazes felt different—stronger, like the person was actually trying to check him out.
But Roman didn't look up. He just kept moving until they stood at the other end of the table, across from the Queen.
Together, the three of them bowed.
"Your Majesty," they said at the same time.
