“You sure, your highness?” He asked, unsure whether it was right to call the queen by her name. “Here.” He said, handing the glass over to her. “Cheers.”
“I told you it’s Milena. I could spell it for you if you want.” The response slithers smoothly from her lips. She reaches for the glass and raises it before she takes a small drink. “This is strong. What is it?”















