[center][hr][hr][h1][color=8b8b8b][b]Queen Margaret II[/b][/color][/h1][h3][sup][color=8b8b8b][b][i]House Pelletier[/i][/b][/color][/sup][/h3][hr][hr][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/fe053ed8d0eb5f964f6336771172f4d0/tumblr_n17ov95hE11ridkjdo1_500.gif[/img][hr][/center]Why was she so freaking nervous? Margaret had no right or real reason to be nervous but here she is, nervous as ever. Her carriage rode continuously as her lady-in-waiting stared at her with a raised brow, asking her what was wrong and if she was okay. Margaret nodded her head with a smile, which was obviously fake and looked off to the side as she could see that they were nearing towards the Citadel. Her eyes lowered towards her clasped hands as she truly knew her mission and reason for coming to this event. She was a Queen without a strong and firm King beside her but she was also fearful that the one she desire won't be impressed with her.

Her carriage had made a stop behind several other carriages as people were arriving. She had let out a sigh as she looked towards Alyssa, her lady-in-waiting and spoke. [color=8b8b8b][b]"I want to be the first lady he meets. So, we must walk from here."[/b][/color] Margaret said as she opened her own carriage door and walked down the small stairs that were connected to the carriage. When her feet hit the gravel ground, she straightened herself out then lifted her head up high, eyes gazed towards Alyssa as she now stood at least two paces behind her.

With a step, Margaret began a small trek towards the entrance of the Citadel and hoped that she'd be the first lady that he would meet. Of course, with the designed crown upon her head, it was easily signified that she was indeed a Queen. Once she reached closer towards the Nighthaven Citadel, she already seen a sea of people gathered there but when she walked through the sea of people, she walked ahead of them all and stood in front of the gathering crowd.