by Sarah | June 29th, 2010
Scarlett’s eyes dart around the room, and she gives a passing maid a swat on the back of the head to get her to pay attention to the crowd.
“Yeah, after the King came back, he left, and after he died, we only had Gerard, in his chair, and a pack of children nobody had heard of. His, Prince Eric’s, Prince Bleys’, even Prince Random, who ended up King. They was all laws and councils and not getting anything done. The go out drinking at The Pigeon and think they’re radical. Good riddance.
“In my day, when the fleet came in, you knew about it.”
“…She’s being nice – for her – and she’s reminiscing. It must say something bad about how we get on that I’m just wondering where this is going.”