Chapter 22
Thomas strode past the guards and entered the Queen’s elegantly appointed receiving room. Her majesty sat behind a large desk, surrounded by her personal advisers, a thoughtful expression on her face as she listened to the latest reports on the brewing tension on the foreign front. She looked up when he entered and acknowledged his bow with a nod before gesturing for him to assume a seat on one of the several chairs that filled the room. He bowed again and assumed his seat, listening to the Prime Minister as he spoke. “Your Majesty,” The Prime Minister finished with a stiff bow and sat down. There was a deep silence as the Queen pondered on the information, a frown creasing her flawless brow. “Lord Grayson, what, in your opinion, should be done to avert the coming disaster?” Queen Victo
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