Chapter Thirty Eight Meeting the people.
Queen Esperanza’s point of view
I look out across the magnificent stone structure that arches its way across the turbulent river as the tides crash across the rocks, boulders and stones, the white spray caressing each one like a violent kiss off passion. A sea of people standing in anticipation of their king and queen making the first steps upon the city’s proudest achievement spread out as far as the eye can see. Xavier’s hand reaches out so that I may place mine on top, so we might take the journey to the other side, together, in all the pomp and royal splendour that befits this auspicious occasion. I cannot help the swell of pride that rises inside my breast that the people we serve as King and Queen have achieved this level
