Entering the Prime Minister’s office, Lady Abigail curtseyed primly with her eyes downcast. In her hand, she held a note that Queen Pirouette had scrawled on the back of Madam Blukovsky’s unwelcome offer. While the Queen’s most trusted advisor was busy with state policy, Her Majesty’s best friend nurtured a secret crush for him. Her heart always skipped a beat when the oblivious politician gave her the slightest glance. Holding her breath, she handed him the Queen’s instructions.
Taking it in his hands, he read aloud, “My lord, please have this woman arrested and delivered to the Court of Religious Conformity.” Confused, he looked at Abigail inquisitively.
“Turn it over,” said Abigail.
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