Macster - The Missing Links

The Queen replaced the sheet over the last mirror and stepped out of the alcove, drawing the drapery shut again. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a beautiful white dress of rich organdy, with a thick ebony mantle of velvet resting heavily on her shoulders, and she had traded her golden crown for one of silver filigree. She was still trembling internally. The girl had come far too close to making her give up all her plans. How had she let herself lose control that way? It was far too important to let everything slip away now, especially for something as silly and inconsequential as emotional attachments, even assuming she truly was her daughter, which she still strongly doubted.