OFTEN SUCH WORDS WOULD INFURIATE the monarch, arisen so high on her grand throne but it only wrought amusement now. the snort which emanated from her was DERISIVE, virescent irises nearly tumbling skyward with the comment. this wretch was NOTHING to a crowned QUEEN, a fool who would soon meet her sickening end in time. DISEASE would certainly ravage her body soon enough.
❛ what you require is a stint in the bathhouse, CHILD. i would prefer THE GOAT’S company presently. —- i’m certain its scent is more tolerable. ❜
