Story a Day May, Day 1

[mindglitter]

The Queen’s receiving chamber had been transformed into a vision of gold and cream.

James blended into the shadows, avoiding the tittering females and the boastful males circulating the hall when he found himself transfixed.

In contrast to the confections of taffeta her rivals were wearing, the newest arrival wore a sheath dress in moonstone silk. She was living amber as she glided through the room, her gaze constantly assessing everyone.

Even on this night of her ascension, she couldn’t let her guard down.

“I will meet you,” James promised. “I must.”