The queen reached for a beautiful turquoise and indigo feature to adorn her crown, whispering softly all the while to the plump little bird she was taking it from.
"Hush, my pet. You'll barely feel a thing." And with a swift yank, she freed the plume. The poor peacock gave a soft squawk and then stared at her with doleful eyes. The queen finished her toilette with a flourish and a spritz of perfume, before greeting her vizier and finalizing the details of the speech she would give that evening.
In the entrance hall, hundreds of guests were beginning to arrive to the Jubilee Ball. The queen looked luminous: her skin shone softly in the candlelight, the curls in her hair were silky smooth. Her green eyes gave a wickedly mischievous gleam, their color heightened by the beautiful peacock feather adorning her head. The female gusts murmured soft jealous whispers about her unnaturally perfect beauty.
Later that night as the queen slept, snippets of of barely overheard conversations came back to haunt her: "Porcelain...ageless...as if she were a sorceress." She tossed and turned as she through back to the day the peacock entered her life, for it was true that she had not aged at all since that fateful day.
----------TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK----------
"Hush, my pet. You'll barely feel a thing." And with a swift yank, she freed the plume. The poor peacock gave a soft squawk and then stared at her with doleful eyes. The queen finished her toilette with a flourish and a spritz of perfume, before greeting her vizier and finalizing the details of the speech she would give that evening.
In the entrance hall, hundreds of guests were beginning to arrive to the Jubilee Ball. The queen looked luminous: her skin shone softly in the candlelight, the curls in her hair were silky smooth. Her green eyes gave a wickedly mischievous gleam, their color heightened by the beautiful peacock feather adorning her head. The female gusts murmured soft jealous whispers about her unnaturally perfect beauty.
Later that night as the queen slept, snippets of of barely overheard conversations came back to haunt her: "Porcelain...ageless...as if she were a sorceress." She tossed and turned as she through back to the day the peacock entered her life, for it was true that she had not aged at all since that fateful day.
----------TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK----------
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