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Queen Shina of Mothvania sat upon her royal bed. Her corpulent body was draped in a fine pink robe who’s clear visage allowed the queen to display her body for her loyal follower. The royal chambers were lit by candlelight. The queen was bathing in their warm amber glow and was swaddled in the faint warmth they gave; which was really nice because a single draft was enough to send goosebumps up her arms and it was a bit chilly. The door opened, flooding the candlelit room with the golden glow of the outside. In the doorway stood the proudest knight in all the lands: Dame Polly of house Honeycomb. She wore a humble tunic and was holding a bottle at her side. She bowed in the presence of her massive queen. “Dame Polly of house Honeycomb, ho-how was your journey t-to… I’m sorry. Are you sure the right term is: “Dame Polly?” I’m a bit confused.” Shina’s royal persona melted away like an ice cube in the microwave. She shuffled on her mattress, causing the paper crown on her head to fall