The capital city of Elmis was alive. Spring flowers were tied to everything by bright ribbons and bright banners hung from most the buildings. Garlands were wrapped around posts and colums. The Remonians had all donned their best clothing and gone to the streets. It was a beautiful late spring day for the celebration. Hundreds of years ago that day, the city had been founded and along with it, Remon. It was a very important holiday in Remon, especially in Elmis were every turned out to see the parades and to party all day. Most shops were closed, only the taverns staying open.
It was noon and there was a great parade making it's way down the main road in front of the palace in the center of the city. Brigades of soldiers, marching in straight lines, their blue uniforms painfully clean and their silvery helmets gleaming, were cheered by the smiling throngs. Finely groomed stallions, ridden by knights in full armor, strode with their heads held high and stepping high.
The mostly military parade passed infront of a large dias, carpeted in red velvet and shaded by a blue and gold cloth canopy. It was an extraordinarily large dias, large enough for almost the entire court. Indeed, the entire court had turned out, not wanting to be excluded to from the public eye. The dandys were there, their tunics of the latest fashion, flirting, as usual, with the ladies of the court. As a result, it was extremely crowded and more than once bickering broke out because someone stepped on someone else's silk hem.
Queen Itabria had been at her station in the front of the dias for the first hour of the parade, hands quietly folded infront of her, smiling and nodding to the crowds and the troops that marched passed. Like the rest of Remon, she was dressed in fine clothing, her gown a deep wine red. Her dark brown hair was up in a gold net and on top of her head was an ornate golden crown. Normally, she never wore it, but she was in the public eye now and it was a holiday. The crowds were straining their necks and their vision to get a look at the nobility and the royalty.
But after a while, Itabria's neck started to hurt from the weight of the crown and just standing there was painfully dull. Quietly and, she hoped, unnoticed, she stepped back from the front of the dias. She easily slipped her way to the back of the dias where she called a page to her and handed the crown to him, which he took away at once. After that she was left alone in the back of the dias, surrounded by the gossiping nobility. She sighed; she had been in Elmis for years now, but she had never grown to like the court. Indeed, she chose to spend most of her time in solitude, reading or walking the palace grounds. She did not enjoy gossip, flirting, cards, nor any of the other courtly pastimes. It had taken the rest of court a year after she became queen to accept this and now they seldom sought her company. She much preferred it that way.