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Do you have a study to back up your claim? How much a bible weight to topple a healthy adult female?

[ She does it because she likes seeing that shocked look on your pretty face, okay. ]

Oh gosh, what a politically correct answer. I'd rather see you on me, darling.

That's cute. I bet those rolling Rs are going to make me swoon.

My apologies, I didn't realize I was talking to a scientist who required research for proof.

[ Except you can't see her shocked look when you're busy working and flirting via text! ]

Is that a bad thing? It's all just fabric to me.

[ WELP. Insert shocked look times two. Such talk from a queen... ]

On you, doing what?

Do Luca's rolled R's make you swoon, too?

I try to fact check whenever I can. The queen can't be misinformed.

And that would be getting close and familiar with my chest obviously.

Luca would have to try, I don't know. Maybe it's the Italian...

No, that would be a tragic thing for London's leader to slack on.

Looking to cause a scandal, your highness?

My grandfather always told me it's one of the languages for romance.

I know. I'm glad you understand.

No scandal needed. You can do that behind closed doors too if that's what you would like.

Your grandfather was a wise man.

Intelligence is rare when mass hysteria and panic's running amok.

Would you like that?

He was. I can't remember much more about him.

I don't have much of a choice with that, tbh. Being clever is required right now.

Yes. Please.

Really? That's a shame. Why not?

Tbh?

You barely know me. Do you think it's smart to let a relative stranger cozy up to your chest?

[ Said too much. Lying's a hassle, and she can't tie it in with the truth well enough to keep her story straight. So... ]

The Warrior's Hie is coming up. I received an invitation for it.

To be honest.

Ah, there is that. I apologise my forwardness.

What does that mean? I'm afraid I don't follow you.

I see... So you honestly believe you have no choice? You choose to be in a time where your people need a clever leader.

Don't apologize. Just

[ A longer pause. ]

be careful, is all.

It's a glorified scavenger hunt. The wealthiest of the wealthy sponsor competitors to hunt for rumored treasures.

I have a choice. I can become a pretty but hollow image of hope for my people. But if I want to actually do something, make a difference, I don't have any options except to be clever.

I am very careful, darling. You don't need to worry about that.

And what is your relationship with this treasure hunt?

As well as survive.

Yet I still do, tbh.

Before, nothing. Now, Oslo. Indirectly. Rumor has it one of the sponsors is Fougner.

You wanted your in with them, didn't you?

To be quite honest, I find that adorable.

I do want that.

Is there a treasure hunt in Oslo?

I hope you're not calling me adorable by extension.

That, I don't know. What I do know is that he'll be one of the sponsors.

Why? I think you're cute.

I see. I've never been in a treasure hunt...

That's how you ruin street cred.

Never hunted for little chocolate easter eggs when you were a kid?

[ She's not taking the bait, queenie. ]

By being cute or sayng you're cute?

No, I don't believe I did.

Saying it, passerotta. I'm not cute, so I can't sabotage myself.

Ah, it might only be something they did back home.

Beautiful then?

Or it never happened in my high brow family. One of the two.

Thank you, but that's your adjective, I believe. I'm just me.

[ And epically fidgety now from the compliment. Beautiful? Oh Charlotte. ]

You didn't miss much. My mother dressed me in one of those billowy tutus during the hunt, one year.

Oh, please. Don't offend me. I think you're beautiful.

Really? You didn't like tutus? I'd have liked to see that.

I thought you thought I was cute?

A rainbow one. I accidentally ripped it because my brother and I got into a fight over one of the chocolates. He got a black eye in return.

I didn't realise cute and beautiful exclude each other.

Of course. I didn't know you have a brother. How is he?

I've never understood how the rules work with that.

[ It trips her up. She stares at her phone for a painfully long time.

'He's fine,' she goes to type, but the lie is brittle, even in her mind, and it doesn't sit right at all to lie to Charlotte. ]

I don't know.

There are no rules. That's the most important rule of all.

Why don't you know? You're not in contact with him?

I see. Less room for misunderstandings and complications?

No, I haven't been for a very long time. It's complicated.

Does that sound like that to you? I'd say there's always room for misunderstandings.

Why is that? Don't you want to?

Depends on the person. For the rules some people make up, maybe there would be less.

I lost track of him a long time ago.

You are curiously very literal.

Oh, I'm sorry about that. Perhaps you could find him again?

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