"stop frettin' so much, love. charlemagne will choose ye. infact, i'm sure he will."
"charlemagne will mourn for his lost jewel, not go on a selection spree. what is wrong with you people? elizabeth hasn't even rested in her grave yet!"
"look 'round ye, sweetheart. elizabeth was a cold-hearted bitch and everyone knew it. don't ye see relief behind those naive faces? a beacon of hope?" angus turns my head to face the junior artists who are sitting besides me, applying a thick batter of make-up.
he was right.
it was a . n o i s u l l i s i d
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