@casterextra
Alone, tucked away in private quarters, the Queen sat at her vanity, delighted with the contrasting appearance of herself in the mirror. The fresh scar did not diminish her smile or hums of laughter. For the dream’s time, she could relive this silly moment that meant so much. The pirate hat went perfectly with the over the top embroidered and puffy dress she was wearing!
She rose from her seat. Time to pull the look all together. The red coat was on one of the other chairs. She’d be a pirate! Turning around, another woman stood at the corner next to the coat.. Recognition was vague but enough through the veil of a dream to feel embarrassed over angry. Instantly, her face turned redder than her hair. “W-what are you doing here! Get out or---!!” The queen pat herself down. She didn’t have any pistols here! “--else?” She waved her hat instead. Very threatening. Pap. slap.