"Princess Caira, what are you—"
"Son!" A squeal echoed through the crowd.
Rose would recognize this voice even if she were deaf. It was the Queen, walking toward them. She moved slowly and purposefully, her head held high, her ladies-in-waiting surrounding her.
Rose couldn't believe she hadn't noticed her until she spoke, as the Queen was just as flashy as she was loud. She was dressed in saffron yellow from head to toe, her dress clustered with flower patterns. Rose thought the dress would have been pretty if there wasn't so much going on.
However, this was exactly the sort of thing the Queen would want to wear, especially when her long-lost son was returning. Nothing else would draw as much attention as this dress.
"My son," Queen Violeta called as she took Caius's arm. Princess Caira moved to his other side, while Rose remained at the back.
"Come, son, we have much to discuss. You have been away for so long."
