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When Clara woke the next morning, day gad risen as father always promised but it wasn't a day of new hope, just old misery. Her father was dead, the realization hit her hard. She was alone save for Narissa, who slept beside her in the bed, which while unusual, Clara had insisted, she wanted her friend close and her company was much appreciated. Narissa was up already, sitting out her clothes and ready to prepare her for the day. "Morning, You're Grace," She said with a smile. Clara blinked. Your Grace? She understood then, Narissa in quiet defiance ascended Clara from Princess to Queen as was her birth right. Clara smiled. "Careful, Narissa, I don't want you hurt." She said softly. "Of course, You're Grace," Shd nodded and Clara chuckled softly. "Let's get you ready." Narissa said and before long, Clara was dressed in a long black and gold gown, not dissimilar to the one she wore yesterday only this one was simpler, with a diaphanous skirt of black and gold that layers in tiers down to the floor. The bodice was a sweetheart line that showed off her curves but modestly, her dark raven hair fell down her shoulders in black tendrils. She rose her head tall and decided than that she would move forward as rightful Queen, not Princess. She took Narissa's hand and smiled. "Thank you, Narissa," She said and Narissa bowed her head. She was her Lady-in-waiting now and she knew it.

They exited her chambers and made their way to the throne room, but the Shadow King, seeming to be in a right mood however long that lasted a d she decided to add to it. "You're Grace," She said and notjced a book kn his hand. "What's this then?" She said and arched an eyebrow. "Reading up on better men?" It was just him, her and Narissa who was out of earshot but close enough to hear if she needed. If he decided to poster, it would be just for him and not his entire court.