HOW MUCH LONGER was this going to last? Rosalyn bent her knees and winced at the loud pop they made. One of the ladies-in-waiting shot her a dirty look.
Rosalyn glared back. Ladies-in-waiting always think they’re better than. Whatever.
“And lo, we bestow unto you, the title Regent of the Forest, Keeper of All That is Green… ”
Rosalyn tuned out the priest’s droning. Her brother Frederick was king now. Good for him. She raised a hand to scratch under her crown, but her aunt slapped it down.
“Be still,” her aunt hissed.
“It itches,” Rosalyn hissed back.
Her aunt replied with a pinch. Rosalyn choked back a squeal, then slammed her foot down hard on top of her aunt’s. Her aunt hid a groan with a cough.
The organ music swelled. Frederick stood, scepter in one hand, orb in another, and the huge crown of state on his head. Rosalyn – along with the entire court – knelt in front of him.
Rosalyn’s stomach growled. How much longer?