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>[One week removed from what should have been a grand victory, instead a deflated crescendo as poorly received by live audience, television viewers as even her own daugh- even the Princess. The Queen is in no mood for company, but as The Princess would have learned had Raging Red won their fight, ‘feelings’ have little to do with the duties a Queen must perform. Victoria is hurting, but still must pose for some goddess-forsaken portrait. She does her best to feign a smile.]
Miss DiVanna-Eriksen has left her Kingdom with that cursed artefact in tow, but clearly the current champion has done little in the way of cleansing the curse itself. Another child barely older than her eld- barely older than her daughter, gone in a blinding flash. They had hardly even met. The similarities are almost profane.
The Princess. Ms Widdle. Miss DiVanna-Eriksen. Miss Flame and her partner. There are many that must be talked to. However, now is hardly the time. The Princess and Julia are gone, not seen at all since their misguided outburst and crushing defeat, respectively. Miss DiVanna-Eriksen surely has her own hands full with Miss Emilia and her mother. Miss Flame surely is in the same boat. It is a shame they had not spent more time in her Castle. The walls fall silent one more. But The Queen cannot judge a young couple form wanting some alone time. She remembers the feeling.
Alas, for now, the clock ticks ever onward, a steady stream of shrilled-voiced announcements designating another dignitary to speak to, contract to turn down or apology to send off. Heavy is the head that wears the Crown, and heavier still the mother’s that knows her daughter has removed a Crown from her own.
