The meeting with her future husband finally went well. He finally agreed on a wedding date, calling the coordinators to settle it in a month. At least she finally knew it was pushing through.
But honestly, she was anything but happy. She was planning her future. Camille McKinley was going to be a fucking Queen soon enough, but nothing about that news gave her joy.
"Who was she kidding?" She was just a dummy in a game of chess inside that castle. Her title might be one of the most valuable pieces in the Kingdom, but she might as well align herself with the pawns.
In a game of chess, she was supposed to be the next most powerful leader, who would have the King's back. It was part of her obligation to protect the King against all those who would want to hurt him.
