—– A WASTE OF TIME REALLY. Her apartment suite is what she seeks, to return and unwind within this city she had just arrived within. If one is incapable of providing the answer she requires for her acquired task at hand, then they are utterly useless to the queen. However, the amount of allies she lack currently is astonishing – though she had always been the queen, the queen alone upon her throne it is not within her nature to reject one’s offer; but, her patience runs short – she is a queen after all, regardless if she is donned in a corset or one of her many sensible pantsuits. Naturally her arms come to fold across her chest as deft fingers move to capture a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
“ WELL, since you’ve been so kind as to offer your assistance – I do hope neither of our PRECIOUS time would be wasted on pointless pursuits, Miss…? ” The warning rolls off the mayor’s tongue along with a smile – a threatening one nonetheless. What a queen wants, a queen shall receive – no exceptions are made.
Quite quickly has it become extraordinarily apparent that this entirely unfamiliar woman does not intend to have her ADMITTEDLY VALUABLE time squandered and is ( f a r ) from willing to have that occur either. The nature of her response certainly indicates the unignorable presence of a persona befitting a MONARCH or one who is simply in a position of ( t r e m e n d o u s ) power, and it is not exactly challenging to assume that at least the latter is precisely the case. Regardless of whether or not pretentious headgear - picturesque crowns - traditionally rested upon raven tresses before those governing this sham of a city transported her from her homeland, surely SHE is accustomed to making momentous decisions that each hold the power to drastically upset whatever balance it is that ( f o r t i f i e s ) the world around her. Yet another remarkably deceptive illusion that is known to cleverly trick the unsuspecting into believing that such a fate is DESIRABLE when it is actually a detestable burden as a single move can easily instigate an irreversible collapse. Even if it is not the ( i n t e n d e d ) outcome.
Nevertheless, the BITING EDGE that prevents that warning - a politely phrased one - from being perceived as utterly ( e m p t y ) hastily reminds her of the fact that she is not here to sympathize. As it is, it is FAR too soon for that to happen as she currently knows NOTHING of the life that this stranger unwillingly left behind. So, a curt nod is delivered while words of ( r e a s s u r a n c e ) are permitted to depart from her mouth.
❝ Keen, but I don't believe I caught your name. As for time being wasted, the odds of that happening are inconsiderable. I doubt that you're THAT far from your apartment. ❞