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Bow to your king
Greetings, my name is Stanford gleeful. King of gravity falls. My most loyal servant, William, supplied me with this app so I can speak with my subjects more.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
"Berating is not a good stimulant for the appetite."
“I am not “berating” you. I am simply talking.”
"Oh. Well, you're doing a terrible job at it."
“Excuse me?!”
She stares at him. "You're excused."
“You should be grateful getting to marry someone like me! I can give you power!”
She stands suddenly. "Well, not that this evening hasn't been delightful, but..." She brushes past him.
“Ungrateful women!”
She turns around. The look she gives him is unlike anything he's ever seen before. Seething, frightened, in agony, all at the same time.
“Fine, leave.”
He grits his teeth
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
"Berating is not a good stimulant for the appetite."
“I am not “berating” you. I am simply talking.”
"Oh. Well, you're doing a terrible job at it."
“Excuse me?!”
She stares at him. "You're excused."
“You should be grateful getting to marry someone like me! I can give you power!”
She stands suddenly. "Well, not that this evening hasn't been delightful, but..." She brushes past him.
“Ungrateful women!”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
"Berating is not a good stimulant for the appetite."
“I am not “berating” you. I am simply talking.”
"Oh. Well, you're doing a terrible job at it."
“Excuse me?!”
She stares at him. "You're excused."
“You should be grateful getting to marry someone like me! I can give you power!”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
"Berating is not a good stimulant for the appetite."
“I am not “berating” you. I am simply talking.”
"Oh. Well, you're doing a terrible job at it."
“Excuse me?!”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
"Berating is not a good stimulant for the appetite."
“I am not “berating” you. I am simply talking.”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
“Is something the matter?”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
She sets down her fork and takes a deep breath.
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
"Mm..."
“Be grateful. I could have just made you eat whatever, but I decided to be nice.”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
She forces a forkful into her mouth.
“I went through the trouble of figuring out your favorite dishes.”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
"I know. I know."
“Good. So eat your food, and get it together. Do I make myself clear?”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”
"The sounds. Talking. Moving. This dress."
“Well get used to it. You’re just being sensitive. Sensitivity is weakness.”
He sits in the chair next to her, a gloved hand drumming the table with his fingers
“Besides, it would be a shame if they thought the future queen was..weak. Wouldn’t it?”
Summer 1833...
One would expect a wedding to be fun, particularly a royal wedding. But the bride doesn't seem happy at all. She doesn't even seem to be paying attention. She's sitting there, not touching her dinner or her wine, staring off into space. It's hard to tell in such a big dress, but she's shaking.
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
Stanford is talking to a few of the guests when he notices élisabeth.
“Ah excuse me, my bride seems to be..uncontent.”
He leaves the group of men and goes to where élisabeth is
“You haven’t eaten.”
She doesn't say anything until she seems to realize her breach of etiquette and forces herself to talk. "People," she whispers.
“Well yes. It’s a party, people normally attend those.”
“Besides, I’m sure the chef would be sad to see that the future queen didn’t want to eat.”
"They're all talking."
“Again, that is normal. Have you never been to a party?”
"It hurts."
“Hurts? What hurts?.”