THE QUEEN'S EMPIRE ♔ (a medieval chicken RP!)

Sir Crusty was pelted with droplets from above.
"Of all the things..." he said.
With no welcome inside the palace, he ran under a servants overhang, giving them a stare strong enough to melt diamonds.
Get.
He wondered where that weak, awful queen was. Probably getting pelted with rain and screaming her head off. He smirked at the image in his brain.
From torturing Wesley to giving her daughter ultimate grace, couldn't a simple, 'no you can't marry him' suffice?
Ugh.
 

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