Book 3.5: Chapter 8
Elizabeth anxiously paced back and forth in the guest room. Steam left the cup of tea placed to a side. The rain in her hair ran down her long strands of black hair and dripped onto the carpet. It was her first time in the elven imperial capital, but it didn’t feel unfamiliar to her. Her fluency with the elven language left the guards wondering if she was an elf. Had the guards not confirmed her ears several times, they wouldn’t have believed their ears. She understood all the habits of elves. She was so familiar with elves it was like coming home from abroad.
However, she was now biting her finger nails as she anxiously paced back and forth. Her son was now eight years, eight months, seventeen days old now. How does her son look now? What does he look like? She had only seen the growth of girls. She had no memories of a boy growing up. He has black hair… it should be… That’s how she remembered him. His ears were like hers, but his nose should be like his father’s.
Even though it had nearly been nine years, she could still remember his infant face. She could remember how he looked so vividly she could draw him in his entirety. She could even draw the red cape that was used to wrap him up in. That cape was actually the cape of the elf king, which was the same cape that she wore day and night now. Wearing the cape made her feel like her child was right there by her side.
The guards at the door announced: “The elf queen has arrived!”
Elizabeth quickly stopped in her tracks, looked to the door of the guest room, and Vyvyan looked at her with a laid back smile.
The beautiful and majestic elf queen looked at her old good friend, her good friend she once embraced while sharing a bed together with. Elizabeth had grown a fair bit taller. She wore a silver suit of armour that showed off her prowess. Her gaze had also become much more intense. Her black eyes which once held the feelings of a young maiden were now filled with a cold dominant aura.
That’s an empress for you. Even though this was elven territory, Elizabeth’s reputation as an empress had begun to spread. The young maiden who once ran around with a smile and danced in the flower garden had become the empress that led conquests on the battlefield. Vyvyan sighed. With a smile that carried hopelessness and nostalgia as a friend, she said: “It’s been a long time, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth looked at the once thin girl which had now become a dignified queen. The girl that once ran across the lawn wildly with her had now become elegant like a goddess. Her once audacious smile had become a calm smile. Maturity and calmness had taken the place of the naivety and passion in her blue eyes.
The girl that had done crazy things with her in the past had become an elegant and mature queen.