"Have Fortes come see me...." The queen vibrantly decided, at the earl of such a beautiful day, to pass judgement, as she had on Jones, to Fortes.
The thieving son of a female dog.
She called out to one of the guards standing just at the entrance of her dividing brown wooden door, so as to give the orders before the noon reaches. That way there would be no reason for him to go against her wishes. Such as the mere lateness of his convening.
"There is a lot to discuss concerning the future auction." She had deduced, that just as Fortes would take his vocal chords to lie to her, not in a letter but in her midst, then there is the possibility that someone else is more than capable to do likewise. Or maybe worse.
"Drag him here if he tries to resist"
In her every order, she was brief and d
