Rhys clarified that the kingdom was her fathers and Dagmær nodded. Of course, Rhys was Princess, not Queen, not yet anyway. "Won't it be yours when you're older though?" She wasn't aware that Rhys had other siblings and just assumed the girl was heir to the kingdom. In the stories her mother told the Princess always inherited the kingdom when she was older or something bad happened to the parents. She hoped nothing bad would happen to Rhys parents.
They didn't have to wait long for the Queen to appear. The woman was cloaked in a coat of rich earthen brown with bright blue eyes. The resemblance between her and Rhys was strong and left no doubt in Dagmær's mind that this was her new friends mother. Dagmær bowed clumsily. "It's an honor to meet you your majest-" Before she could finish the word she was overcome by another coughing spell. As soon as it finished she sniffed and nodded. "My chest hurts and my nose won't stop running and everything is gooey. I think the Man Who Smells Funny cursed me! Can you lift the curse?"
