Her Majesty was so extraordinarily important that she could slap his lordship’s title on a peasant and a servant, and they both would nod in agreement and meet that Majesty for tea and pastries in the afternoon, like it was expected of them as lords.
Only a very small portion of nobility, let alone royalty, had the patronising force to involve the commoners in such a conniving way. That is, as time had proven, the only true way to rule a nation: to make them think they are ruling a nation; to be an iron-fisted part of their own minds.

A mix based on a novella I wrote for a dear friend. You're not missing out on it by not having read it; it's pretty shitty.
Alternatively, a playlist for a reigning queen and a dirt-handed courtier.

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