Julianne Barclay, a girl of just eleven, sat within the warmth of the Haense tavern. Cozy in her seat next to the fire, she read over the published works. The girl had previously not known of the duties, stress, and hardships of such a title as Queen. Something shifted in the girl as she read over it, that sense of wanting titles and power - the want to be a queen that every little girl dreamed of, faded. The writings in the Queen Mother's diary had moved her.