>>18443535>[In her office, taking a quick break from the intense training she is so careful not to let the public see, The Queen sees atop her desk a letter stamped with the seal of The DiVanna-Eriksen Family. The Queen reads the latter carefully. There is no need to consider the offer; Ms Divanna-Eriksen and her associates will be allowed to stay, without question. Thought she would never admit it, living at the Castle can be isolating at the best of times, and with the Princess nowhere to be seen, it may be... fruitful to hear something resembling conversation in these old stone walls once again. The Queen calls in a servant, and near immediately a well-dressed man arrives, with a younger trainee in tow, his black hair a mess and shirt half untucked. Victoria turns to gaze out a window and begins to speak:]“Write this down, if you would.
‘Ms DiVanna-Eriksen,'
No, 'Priscilla,
It would be my honour and privilege for you and your company to lodge in my Castle. So long as I am Queen, you will have access to all the facilities and’” --
>’That’s assuming she wins, hey?’ the younger man jokes under his breath to the older.[1/3]
