A Court of Beasts and beauties

Alis presented an orb and sceptre on a golden tray. I took them, my hands shaking with fear and nerves. She, like all the other servants, bowed. I could hear my father’s voice in my mind, telling me to relax, to think, to show. His vicar spoke, I made vows to protect the Spring Court at all costs, like my father.

He then tapped me, and I bowed. Then a crown was lifted onto my head.
High Lady. No such thing. Well, that was until now, at least.