Frozen Luggage

'Right, that's it, I'm all packed.' She spoke, a ghost of a smile on her face.A glacier of silence. Cassandra sat on the window seat just behind the throne, while her matriarch could hardly see her from the only angle the ground below provided. '...Cassandra, you will look at me when I am speaking to you.' The woman's words were stern, used to obedience. Inhaling the sharp air, the soon-to-be-queen's lifetime so far accumulated into her mind like the shards of snow compiling across the pane, a storm was starting to settle. Cracks had chipped into the royal public image within this skittish replacement parent's feeble clutches.Shaking her head, the stepmother clenched the ornate handle of her suitcase, her carriage loomed, & she would not lend this insolent brat another second of her time. 'Await my return. Keep up your studies. The crown awaits a clever queen...'Scoffing, heels clattered