Both of the mountains of men on the other side of the room could see their queen’s glistening prize in between her spread legs. Had news of this gotten from beyond the doors of her bed chambers, it would be a political scandal unlike any the country had seen. Noémie’s practiced decorum somewhat faltered as a result. A bubbling rumble of threatening downpour from those slate-gray mammoths overhead set the soundtrack. It never ceased to amaze the queen regent when both of her burly advisors lifted her litter. A nod, coupled with an affirming grunt, formulated Beau’s response. “Spin,” flatly instructed the voice nearest to her. ***
Noémie giggled heartily, covering her mouth with one demure hand. This was, as far as Noémie could tell, the veritable starting gun for ‘phase two’ of her fast-tracked royal mourning plan.
