She sighs, a heavy slow release of air which did nothing to calm the fire beneath her eyes. Louis' eyes drift over her, the regal frame beset by ruffles and gems, every bit the queen. He noticed her white knuckled grip on the armrests of her winged high-backed chair.
"He will return shortly majesty, give it time." she pins him with an icy stare to his post by the mantel; he reconsiders any further attempt at conversation.
After a long pause, Victoria lifts her bejeweled hand to call Armand to her. he proceeds urgently yet apprehensively to her side.
"I should like to have immediate private audience with his majesty on his return, Armand:" the implicit dismissal in her imperious tone very evident."have the stable attendant make ready my horse, the bay Mare- Jane." she turns to the window at the end of her statement, her back to his whispered "Yes, majesty."
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