Of course, the arrival of the Queen is a huge deal and the guards go scrambling, calling the house servants out and making all effort to accommodate her, the stable master comes flying from the backyards to see to the horses, it's all chaotic, but..it turns out to be a very ordered chaos as tasks are finished quickly, people and horses whisked away. Most of the painting on the wall are scenes of the north painted by different artist, grand vistas, farmlands, mountains, troops arrayed in battle against the beasts from the Wilders. One painting, centered over the fireplace commands attention. A portrait of a tall imposing man in a straight military uniform, his wings spread lazily behind him, clear and veined like a butterfly. His green eyes brighten his face and a grin is almost hidden behind a broom mustache. His arm is around a woman nearly as tall as he, in a white dress nearly form fitting. At her back are a pair of cracked wings, frayed and tattered in faded blue. Her black hair in a tight bun almost at the top of her head and she wears a smile, her eyes downturned toward a young mand, standing proudly before the both of them, his wings are spread, tipped in red with light blue hues filling out the rest. It's a little Fredric with his parents. A doorway opens to the waiting room and Fredric steps out, his hair recently combed and his outfit only slightly wrinkly. He keeps his wings close to his back and stops just inside the door, bowing deeply.
"My Queen. It is an absolute pleasure to see you here, in my home. I only wish I knew that you were coming, I could have set you up with a ceremony and welcome befitting her majesty. Did you at least see the honors along the Grand Highway? The people were most excited to know you would be coming and worked hard decorating the entire countryside." He smiles in his bow, hiding it from her, he is very happy she's here and the sight of her has warmed his heart immensely.