Chloe thinks to herself, “I wonder if Honeybell can read? *wonders as the tavern hostess’s words bring the thought to mind*”
Chloe thinks to herself, “The Queen-to-be is snubbing -my- party?! After my Jester went through such trouble to invite her? How DARE she?!”
Chloe thinks to herself, “Calm yourself, Chloe. Won’t you consider letting it go? She’s a powerful woman.”
Chloe thinks to herself, “Arien love her, absolutely not. Letting it go is for children and puppies. No one crosses a Dmitreva.”
Chloe thinks to herself, “Well, if Honeybell was there, and says it wasn’t a snub… *jittery to trust* Let it go, you ninny. Not only is she powerful, if Honeybell is right, and you know she probably is as she was there and you were not, then you’re only buying yourself trouble. *self pat* but you don’t have to like it. *self soothe*”
Chloe thinks to herself, “He’s Daravi, it looks like. What is he doing HERE? Should we call the knights? The city guard? *fear, and self loathing for the fear*”
Chloe thinks to herself, “He doesn’t even need a disguise. The Daravi are scary enough for any spooky party.”
Chloe thinks to herself, “… small children to scare…”
Chloe thinks to herself, “I didn’t send her to protect anyone, you misbegotten fool. I sent her to spy for me.”
Chloe thinks to herself, “Admiral of the Crown? Really? Does the Crown know about that?”
Chloe thinks to yourself, “Was he going to… no, of course not.”
Chloe thinks to herself, “The Cardinal is insane. Maybe a spell has been cast upon him?”
