“Are you in love?” the Queen asks us.
Stupid Thunder. He’s always so careless. He shouldn’t have given me that coy look during the changing of the guard. Or stared at my rear a little too long as I prostrated before Princess Zipp. Does he not know Her Majesty is watching? Is he really that clueless?
And now we’ve been found out and summoned to the throne room by the Queen.
Thunder, you.
You stupid, careless, clueless little dork.
But back to Her Majesty’s question:
“Are you in love?”
“Yes,” I say. “But our commitment to the crown is stronger.”