subjecttothequeen has prostrated himself before the throne
That would be an understatement – unlike a mirror-image, the entity in front of him was tangible, he was alive; he was alive and he shared the exact same features with the Briton. Alarming, it was. Naturally, something like this was a tad bit incomprehensible at first glance. It was a happening not so easily accepted by comprehension, but because it was there, slapping him in the face, he had no choice but to accept this eccentricity the way it was.
He was standing in front of a man who looked so much like him.
Who knew public libraries nowadays could hold these kinds of unforeseen surprises?
Perhaps he was a Doppelgänger?
A firm shaking of head at the idea – go away, irrational thoughts. Calmly, calmly – he must react calmly.
♚ || “Good day, sir. Might I ask for your name?”