Chapter 47 The Truth about Victoria

• Naturally, after my coronation came a parade through the capital and then a lavish banquet. The streets were decorated with gold and purple and it warmed my heart that so many people came out to watch the parade. They knew my name – they chanted my name on the streets, threw flowers at the carriage and prayed for my longevity with smiles on their faces.
• To be known, to be appreciated, to be liked; these were things I gave up wanting in my years in Red Lake. I had focused more on survival than on anything else but having this felt like a daydream – a high daydream.
• “Are you alright?” Killian took my hand from my thighs and I turned to him. My heart felt so full at that moment. “You are crying.” His words came out sounding aghast. “Are you hurt?” He turned my face this way and that. “Are you tired? Do you want to return home?”