Microfiction: Used To

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her.

She was walking around in a slow manner, trying to keep a stoic face. She was not used to this. She had never had any entourage around her, stifling her privacy.

The new queen realised there was much to get used to.


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #11

 

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