a royal endorsement

[Queen Charlotte]

♚ your queen commands it ♚

TAG: Tobias Knightly

NOTES: HOPE THIS IS OKAY!

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The queen was currently reading the latest copy of London Weekly. Truth be told, this was often her first choice when it came to being current on the events of the city. It was after all, far less problematic than Lady Whistledown's column. Nothing treasonous. Nothing anonymous. The transparency was far more acceptable to her royal majesty and so, she would continue to support this paper. Perhaps it was time to publicize it, so to shift focus on to far more deserving newspapers compared to the overly brazen words of Whistledown. That, and she was quite enjoying the various articles within it. Particularly the advice column.

The Queen, unbeknownst to anyone even submitted a letter to the advice column. She remained anonymous in her entry but it was not anything shameful to admit. In fact, it went nicely along with her desire to endorse the paper. And the best way of doing this . . . was to summon it's owner and the woman whom she had submitted a letter to. "Brimsley! Fetch me my stationary," she commanded without raising her gaze from the paper. When it was quickly brought to her the queen began to write. Naming it to Mirela Camden, addressing it to the publishing house. It invited both Tobias Knightly and the girl over for tea the next day where she would give them her news. Though, she left it fairly ambiguous in the letter, the invitation was there and the words amicable enough without a tone of over warmth. Once she completed it and it was closed with the royal seal, she sent it with the messenger to be delivered promptly this evening.

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[Tobias Knightly]

Knight walked down the street toward his publishing house and nodded to the ladies he passed. It was always polite to nod at the ladies, though truth be told he did not even see them as more then a blur of dress color, while his mind was thinking. Always thinking about the happenings around him, and how to best use them to his advantage in the form of written words and publishing.

Taking the steps up to his office two at a time, he came to a abrupt halt when he saw a formal looking man in a very regal looking uniform. "Fuck." He muttered, as the servant held out a very official looking letter. Gaining the attentions of royalty was either a very good thing . . . or a very bad thing. Either way, Knightly felt a grin form on his lips.

The queen was intruded. His paper---HIS writing girl--had captured the attentions of the most powerful woman in England. He felt pride. He had known she was amazing. She was proving him right. "That's my girl." He said.

A short while later he was knocking at her door, intent on making sure she knew as soon as possible.

^{Mirela Camden}