"See that Lady Candice is escorted to her chambers," King Helios commanded, rising from the throne of brilliant gold. "Maybelle go with her."
A lady-in-waiting wearing layers of yellow, orange and red silk, the colour of autumn leaves, stepped forward. She bowed low, one hand pressed to her heart.
"Very well, My King," she replied.
The king motioned Candice to follow her, saying.
"She will be your companion, advisor and lady in waiting. She is at your disposal."
Candice was then gently led from the throne room gently by the hand. The doors closed behind her with a soft, resonant hush, sealing away the weight of Helios's curious gaze.
As they walked, the fae palace revealed itself in hushed corridors and archways, vines curling lovingly around crystal pillars, walls alive with faint, diamond luminescence.
"You have nothing to fear here, my lady," Maybelle said gently, her voice like wind through chimes." The chambers prepared for you have been kept as they were."
