Queen
Someone placed a fresh glass of wine in my hand, and I took a gulp.
“My Queen, it is the Dumonceaus.”
I paused, the glass part way back to my mouth “What about them? Have they finally openly turned against me?” I smirked, that would give me good reason to wipe the pompous bastards out. Teach them not to side with me: their queen!
“They have succumbed” I looked at Magnus. The number of times I’d imagined that huge moustache wiggling between my thighs, but so far, he’d resisted all my attempts to make it happen.