>>18363301>[Heading down stairs, past steel cell gates and through barely lit stone corridors, Victoria Royale mutters to herself:]I will just have to explain to this welp again. I don’t understand why she is the way she is. It is impossible to reason with her. It is like talking to an animal. Surely it is nothing I did? I have been busy with the ‘peasant’, so I cannot imagine she could blame me.
>[Arriving at large metal bars covering a small hole in a wooden door, The Queen -- for she is no longer Victoria Royale in this instant -- speaks boldly:]“I hear you wanted to speak to me. Wait. Before you say anything, I want to make you an offer.”
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