Arcane Magic

"Your robes and spellbook, milady," the attendant said as she held out the clothing and old looking book. Annicka carefully took them as she slid her robes on and secured the spellbook at her side.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment. She left her robes open slightly to reveal the marks that covered her ample cleavage. Magic had always been her forte, she had studied it ever since she was a little girl after all, but this was strange magic. It was ancient, going back to the early days of her family and it was strange to even her.

Given it bound her to her fate at this point, she didn't have much of a choice. But at the same time she wondered if she really was ready to be Queen. Maybe that was why her sister never came back, maybe she realized she wasn't ready either.

She shrugged a little as she straightened her robes back up. She still showed a bit of cleavage, but it hid her markings for the most part.

"I am ready," she said as she nodded to her attendants. "I am ready to go before my mother now."

The attendants nodded and escorted her out of the room. They walked in silence until they reached the throne room. It was elaborately designed and modeled on the inside of a forest. Annicka paused as she looked out at the throne room and was hit with sudden anxiety.

Was she really ready for this? Should she go in or not?