Bretonia Rising

[Euca]

The honor was George's. The opportunity to meet the Queen in a high end dinner was a fantastic deal, hopefully he could pitch a few of the ideas that Darcey had handed to him, like an excited child that boy was. Exuberant that the Queen asked for George by name and rank. However, the look on his face when George had said that he was inviting his wife, Annabel, instead.

Admittedly, the two looked like a nice pair together. Upon emerging from their limousine, they examined each other. Annabel Collins, long standing wife of the lunatic that ran the most important company in Bretonia, saw her husband in the orange light of the setting sun, with his finely tuned suit, ginger hair and matching scruffy beard that grew somewhat characteristic of him. She smiled as she face the entrance of the palace.

To George, his wife looked as gorgeous as he had expected. In the late New London sun, her white dress was fitting, curvy and finished with a polite white, thin scarf that hung loosely around her shoulders and neck in a stylish form. Her dark brown eyes were masked over by her chestnut brown hair, done up in a traditional Bretonian way, with a modern taste to it. Her smile was filled with shining white teeth that laughed with George, regardless of his mood or joke quality.

After the extensive introduction, the two were finally admitted to the dining room. Extravagant in design and art, the room was an accurate representation to the Bretonian monarchy and their royal standing. They took to their seats and admired the scenery while they waited for her Majesty to enter.