Jack Priscilla and I were quickly whisked down the aisle and out of the throne room. We walk down the long hallway to the courtyard to wave and grin at the bustling crowd below. I am still unsettled about all of this. The stark differences between the poor and rich are far too glaring for me. “This way,” Herman whispers, and we follow him inside. “You both will return to your dressing rooms now and dress for the ball.” I sigh at the word ball. “Are you alright, your majesty?” Herman asks. “Not really, no,” I mutter. “What troubles you?” Herman asks. “All of this,” I gesture to the palace. Priscilla touches my arm as several female omegas take her the opposite way down the hall. I silently let Herman lead me back to my dressing room. I take off the cumbersome crown as we enter and