Clancy had just gotten out of another tedious meeting with the remaining council members. It went more smoothly since the Archbishop's mysterious death. There was less dissention in the ranks and everyone was able to be diplomatic in their opinions without anyone taking offense. It was nice. Today, everyone was pleasantly surprised at the quick progress Clancy and queen Beatrice were making in regards to the castle restorations as well as the parade.
The pageantry of it all left them in awe and for once Clancy saw that they had respect in their eyes for her. She had made a promise to always look after Princess Beatrice and now Pincess Beatricee was queen Beatrice. She had done her duty so well that the queen entrusted her to run her royal business for her. These days she needed the victory. Her mistress had always tried to shield the darkness that seemed to gloom over her, but somehow it always seemed to spill over.
