[Alfred's voice is proud, booming, and dangerously confident, the level of which hasn't been heard from him since his arrival.]

THE QUEEN IS DEAD!

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!

[Just before the feed cuts, he can be heard howling with laughter]

[As the feed kicks to life, the first thing audible is rain; A torrential downpour that drowns out all but the sound of two nearby voices.]

What do you mean, you 'couldn't hit her?' I saw everything, brother! She was in your line of sight! You have no excuse for your failure!

Alexia, please, I-

You what?

I tried to-

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[Alfred clears his throat and tries to sound dignified. He tries to sound as if he is completely and totally fine, and not as if he had just been curled up in dirt, convulsing and sobbing to himself. Like he hadn't vomited straight bile onto the ground and was forced to lay near it like a slovenly drunk ( Read more... )