[At first there is only static, and silence, and then more static. And then a breath - exhale, like a sigh, and when Milena's voice begins, it is quiet, and almost gentle. Even-toned, as the screen shows only her fingers tracing lines up and down the armrest of her oversized mahogany and velvet chair.]When I was a child, I lived in a palace, in a
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Power-drunk royalty always have been difficult to deal with, though the right words and gifts do tend to make them weak-kneed.
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[She doesn't sound like she's kidding. Although she may be.]
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I see no shortage of flatterers around, but I do have some experience with poisonous royalty, if it's necessary.
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I'll flatter her all you like. But tell me, when the poison takes effect will she be vulnerable for a moment?
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Why do you ask?
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Understandable. But a poor idea.
She is one of us, after all. And if she returns to life in three days... let us say simply that she will not be fooled twice.
No, I have another idea. A way to keep her... incapacitated.
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I can be a bannerman.
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...yes. Snow was my name, when I was a child. Or, the word they used for snow, on my world. I suppose that makes us two of a kind, little river.
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[shh, this is absolutely a time and place.]
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[Because he learned something about flattery and bullshitting from the best in the military. Oh, and Roy.]
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Very well then. Meet with us here.
[Picture, if you will, a time and place.]
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I would like to come along, and I'm sure I could come up with an interesting bauble of some sort. I'm quite good at bowing and scraping...
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[...let us pretend one is here.]
My thanks.
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