>[As the party continues, Victoria Royale has found herself un-hassled for the first time in months. No diplomatic relations, no neighbouring realms begging for handouts or marriages, and best of all no sniveling brats dreaming of playing Queen at her Kingdom’s expensive. The upholstery in the manor is surprisingly in-tact, and more surprisingly still, comfortable. She watches several competitors come and go from the room she is in, some offering a slight curtsey, others merely turning at the sight of her and returning from whence they came. As the mood overtakes her, she stands.]>>18761938“Miss McTavish. A pleasure, as always. I hear you have some new belts in your wardrobe this time of year. Doh ho ho, forgive a slight joke. You of course have my sincere congratulations.”
>>18763319>>18763337“Miss Romero. I would keep an eye on them, if I were you.”
>[The music increases in volume and Victoria slips into the background, as best someone like her can. There is a whole manor here to explore, one Victoria hasn’t stepped foot in for some time now, and even a Queen cannot resist a bit of stellar snooping now and then.] 