We are overjoyed to report, Gracious Citizens of Aes Sidhe, that The Gold Standard has returned as was rumored some weeks ago! The ladies of the realm lined the road side by side with fans or hands extended over their faces and watch as the handsome Nutella disembarks from his vessel and re-enters the kingdom. There had been some concern as to whether or not he would look altered somehow, but news spreads like a phoenix trail that he is as comely as ever!
Our sovereign paces in her quarters while she reflects upon the time spent since the Gold Standard’s departure. Although he has not changed one iota, she has. Her hair is longer; she is thinner; she is more toned and fit; the dressmakers all agree she has lost a full dress size since last they met. These are most assuredly positive things, but she paces more to the fact that she wonders if he will notice any of these things. She also paces in anticipation of setting the Royal Eyes upon the GS’s visage. How will she react once she sees him again? There are proprieties to be upheld, protocols to be followed. Will she falter? Will she swoon? Would he catch her if she did?
With a forceful exhale and a sweep of her damask robes, the Queen straightens her frame and exits her chambers with her head held high and heads straight for the dining hall where a luncheon is being held in the GS’s honor. She keeps her eyes lowered for just a moment, takes a deep breath, then locks eyes with him.
A sudden hush fills the hall as our citizens look from the Solo Queen to her intended target and back again. The tension is thick as treacle and full of anticipation. They are waiting, waiting, waiting for her next move…
A quiet, introverted smile plays upon the queen’s lips. She lightly brushes back an errant curlicue of hair from her eyes, nods almost imperceptively towards the Man of the Hour, and… departs!
Wait. What devilry is this?!?!?
There is a stirring among many of the citizens as they watch the Queen leave. If Nutella is upset in any way, he does not show it. The members of the court do not know what to make of this! There is unspoken confusion amongst the people, but they do not express themselves outright. Rather, furtive looks are exchanged between layman and gentleman alike.
The luncheon continues in a merry fashion, but the queen is no longer present.
Where did Our Beloved Monarch go?!?!
"In the stick-count for the song of knowing you're gone
Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here
I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling
Stop and hold my breath and watch the way you used to be"~The Weakerthans
Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here
I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling
Stop and hold my breath and watch the way you used to be"~The Weakerthans
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