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With a synchronicity of acknowledgments and a militant adherence to carrying out their commander’s direct instructions, both of the muscle-bound Africans lowered themselves onto their haunches and grasped the bewelled handles of the open-air sedan chair. It never ceased to amaze the queen regent when both of her burly advisors lifted her litter. It seemed to give them no pause whether or not she was seated inside of it. Considering that, Noémie decided that if they so chose to, the pair of them could probably tear her in half. She felt fortunate to be on the power-holding end of the relationship. 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 Solo in her quarters with a sticky coating of French epithet dribbling off of her words moments after arriving in her bed chambers. After spilling out of the manpowered sedan, she dispensed of her shoes and pulled her dress down from around her shoulders. On cue, her escorts sprung into action and, taking either bowed endline knot on the back of her tit-restricting garment, pulled the lacing away. Noémie heaved her first full-bodied breath for the first time since she laced up this morning. “Mon dieu, merci beaucoup,” breathed the queen as she was freed from the incarcerating chest guard. She didn’t even bother reaching for it as the frilled, white, and hateful accessory clattered to the plush carpeting of her chambers. Had she not been wearing a light, unstructured bra beneath the pile of misery on the ground, she would’ve shown off her royal knockers to both of her upright manservants when she turned around to wrap either arm around their necks. Noémie sighed, then all but melted into the strong grasp of the two men. 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 outdoor gesture with a 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. Consider imbibing with your new queen to be a token of my favor for getting me through this most loathsome day.” Beau turned and looked at his partner, who was already looking quizzically at him by the time their eyes met. Throughout the reign of Noémie’s husband, Alistair, not once were the pair of them invited to uncork a bottle alongside the ruler of all the lands. 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