![]() ![]() Phillip began to sweat, having never seen her so enraged. Still nothing, other than the queen’s eyes wrinkling ever so slightly. “In fact, I bet they appear out of nowhere. “I doubt they’re taking the road,” Penelope said, even as Phillip tried to shush her without moving or speaking. To make so bold a gesture meant she must be ready to scream! His mother, close enough to hear him now, ever so slightly frowned. “Perhaps they have been waylaid on the road,” Phillip whispered. “They’ll appear in some huge dramatic moment. “You know what’s going to happen,” Penelope whispered. Both received the same frozen face, the same deadened look. A queen did not show emotion, whether her son was becoming king or if she stepped on a tack. Her eyes did not stray from her destination, for that was not proper. The queen took another step, an enormous purple train stretching all the way back to the towering throne room doors. If Jack and May did intend to see him declared king, then they had just moments left to arrive. He forced the hint of a smile for her, then turned back to his mother, only feet away now. “They’ll be here,” Penelope whispered, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. Phillip shifted from foot to foot as his mother slowly, solemnly walked towards him, his father’s crown held aloft in her hands. ![]()
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