The Queen suddenly grew quiet, as if someone had thrown a lever. She turned around slowly and approached the man with a look of determination, eyebrows knitted, the corners of her mouth turned down, her eyes narrowed into slits. She struck the man on the cheek.
“Do you remember that? If you are monsieur le comte, then tell me that.” She spoke quietly, her voice betraying no emotion.
The man smile and cocked his head. “Through all of the intricate twists and turns that I’ve had to navigate in order to find myself to you, it was the thought of seeing you again that sustained me. I will answer your question without hesitation!”
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