The queen laughed her lungs out when she received the letter from the north that they have prepared their armies and are on the march down to the White City.
“A letter from your friends, who have gone mad as well,” she talked to Franco.
“What`s it say mother?” he asked.
“The armies have been prepared and are coming for the n***d man,” she looked at Franco. “The n***d man?” she laughed. “Franco, look at me,” the queen stood up from the throne and walked to him. “I need to know whether you are still on my side.”
He remained quiet and hesitated. “Yes, mother.”
“Good,” she said quietly as she moved to her throne and sat on it. “You are dismissed then,” Franco bowed to the queen and left the hall.
“She should have gotten my letter by now,” Franco t
