The Aristocracy

The anxiety built in her stomach. The butterflies perched on every inch of her insides and then fluttered at even in the slightest uncontrollable movement. Anticipation leaked from her every pore. She could feel it in the twitch of her fingers against her leg, in the rapid movement of her eyes, scanning the faces of the accompanying Officials looking for answers. Although, none of their dark, emotionless eyes or gaunt, daunting faces revealed anything.