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With their charge in tow, both Beau and Gael began their methodical procession towards the looming, distant castle in which the new queen would conduct her reign. In the gold-flaked ceremonial litter, Noémie couldn’t even allow herself the pleasure of relaxing her head back and enjoying the hypnotic jostling of Beau and Gael’s footfalls threatening to lure her to sleep. Any sign of weakness would no doubt be noticed by someone, somewhere in the kingdom. She couldn’t afford that, so her posture remained firm and resolute all the way up the cobbled path. She waved down the gate guards from several yards away; there would be no impedances to getting her back to her royal bed chambers. “Oh, God. Get me out of this putain de corset,” pleaded the disrobing Noémie upon arriving in her quarters with a sticky coating of French epithet dribbling off of her words moments after arriving in her bed chambers. 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Maintaining the stoic, stone-faced and stalwart expressions they wore in a similar mask throughout the day alongside their ruler, Beau and Gael gingerly returned the gesture with a outdoors delicate tandem embrace of their own. “Merci, both of you. Truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been at my side today. I swear, if I had one more court duke approach me and give their condolences through gritted teeth before asking for – ah, I just don’t know,” blabbed an exasperated widow. It was plain to either of the queen’s advisors that she was looking for an outlet for her frustrations. Noémie would have to search the countryside to find tighter-lipped, more able-bodied confidants than either of them, that much she was certain of. “Come, come,” Noémie broke away from them, turning tail towards the bay windows set into the far wall of her bed chambers. “I owe you both a drink. 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