Her Will Be Done

[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

As Victor entered the room, he would notice the man standing by the window, back to the door. He wore a simple black suit, arms crossed as he watched the tourists clinging to the gates of Buckingham Palace.

As Victor turned to face the centre of the room, his eyes settling on those simple, yet commanding chairs that had played host to Ministers, military commanders, and even the odd intelligence director in the past. One faced the door, with a plain table beside it and a button sitting alone on top. This, the Queen's. One press of that button would dismiss him, with no need for the words to be said.

Opposite, strangely, sat two chairs. To his left, of course, the seat for whomever had been invited to meet with Her, but the one to the right shadowed by the Royal Navy uniform that floated before it.

It appears the Prince and the Lord had found time after all.

Director Steiner, a pleasure as always. Please, take a seat.

Her hand waved gracefully to the empty chair in front of him. A smile on her lips as she invited him to join them

You have quite the collection of minds here Director. Why don't you begin with why you wanted us all to be here?

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