The Queen had never experienced the dark side of these corridors, salons, and private studies. She had never in her life come up against a closed door. She had never opened a door, for that matter, never touched a door. …. She stood motionless, stiff, facing the impassable threshold of the Hall of Mirrors. There was no longer any guard to announce The Queen. Not a single courtier to react to an announcement. Her presence caused no stir. Everything hung upon the movement she could not bring herself to make.
-Farewell, My Queen by Chantal Thomas