Nobody in the castle wanted to be summoned to the Throne Room. Invited, certainly, that was usually a good thing. Required, a more neutral situation, but rarely a bad thing. But summoned? That invariably was because you'd fucked up so badly that you were about to be thrown in the stocks, or into the moat, or off the wall.
But then I was summoned to the Queen's Chambers. As I climbed the stairs up to her private, personal room, my mind racing with pleasant possibilities.
When I got there, I suddenly realised that it was high up and large windowed.
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