Her Bark Is Worse Than Her Bite.

I Want A Simple, Ordinary Life . . . Like Humans Enjoy.

My Experiences Thus Far Had Me Planning To Throttle The First Tudor Historian I Met Upon My Return For Gross Dereliction Of Duty.

Wordlessly I Looked Back At Him, Astonished That A Kiss On The Palm Could Be So Intimate.

Sir. My Lord. Master Roydon." The Young Man Blurted Out Most Available Titles Except For "your Majesty" And "prince Of Darkness." These Were Implied Nonetheless.

The King Just Sits There, Moving One Square At A Time. The Queen Can Move So Freely. I Suppose I’d Rather Lose The Game Than Forfeit Her Freedom.