Backing away from the Queen, bowing after each step, the Imperial Ambassador moved his pudgy frame with amazing grace toward the double-doors that led to the double doors that served as the exit from the Presence Chamber. Exhausted from nearly an entire hour of grilling from the Queen, the portly representative for the Emperor wiped his forehead. My God! He thought to himself. I’d endure another five hours just to be in her presence. She was THAT beautiful.
“What’s that knocking?” Pirouette asked the Captain of the Guards.
“I beg Your Majesty’s pardon?” Replied the mystified captain.