[She's frozen for what feels like hours but is actually just a few minutes, but is also probably still a really long time to have someone hold their hand against your mouth. But finally, she sighs with relief, and moves to start fussing about her hair, unraveling the careful weaving of braids that keep the spikes that parody a crown atop her head.]
And how much you love England, and the King, or something like that.
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And how much you love England, and the King, or something like that.