The Masked Queen

The air in Anthreal's royal residence felt thick with unspoken anxieties.
Queen Catheline paced the hallway outside the council chambers, her emerald eyes reflecting the sunlight, her heart a drum against her ribs. Whispers of the masked woman, the hero of the capital, had reached her, carrying both admiration and fear. The irony of their fear was a bitter taste in her mouth, for the hero was she.
Inside the chambers, she could hear the muffled, heated debate among the King and his council about how to deal with the mysterious 'Lady Cassandra'. Her husband, King Xander, sat at the head of the table, lost in thought, his young aide, Nathaniel, beside him.
Catheline knew the truth she hid was a dangerous spark, one that had just threatened to ignite a fire under her husband's reign. She clenched her hands, waiting.
