[color=7ea7d8]"Ow!  Can we slow down a little?  Please?"[/color]  The guards paid no attention, but had to half-drag Rose through the palace halls.  Her left ankle was swollen and useless, and every time she had to step on it she was nearly blinded with the pain.  As a result, the splendor of the pantheon's citadel was lost to her.

Most of the denizens just whispered.  The words were, to the woman's ears, stiffly formal and with a European-esque accent straight out of a fantasy movie.  Finally, the forced march came to a brief halt.  Rose caught a glimpse of green robes but didn't have the footing to lift her head for a good look.  It was the commanding voice that caught her attention the most.  It had authority.  But apparently the guards didn't agree; she was going to see the king--whoever that was--without any medical attention.

She barely noticed a pair of massive golden doors as they were thrust open, before being tossed to the polished floor.  Well, she supposed they didn't really mean to [i]toss[/i] her so much as push her forward, but she'd unfortunately landed on her left foot and went sprawling on her face... again.  Not exactly a polite curtsy.  She looked up from her prone position and caught an intimidating view of a man on a throne.  This must be the king.  He looked like the sort of king that fought in the front of an army in a battle against ancient dragons or something; he even wore an eye-patch and armor.

[color=7ea7d8]"Uhhhhh...." [i]Crap, what do I say?![/i]  "Uh... I'm not in America anymore, am I?  Your Majesty,"[/color] she added quickly, since that was what someone was supposed to say to kings.