Summary:
Queen is messed up lol
Anne walked into her mother's office. She had told her she needed to talk to her about something. She couldn't fathom why, but she guessed it was rather important.
"Yes mother?"
Queen Elizabeth smiled.
"Oh, Anne. You know you're my favorite child, don't you?"
Anne gulped. This felt a little... unnerving. Why was she saying those things? The queen never praised any of her children.
"Yes mother..."
Elizabeth smirked and walked over to her only daughter, griping her shoulders.
"Well dear, I've got something rather... important to tell you..."
Anne gulped. What could it be? She couldn't be pregnant, she was probably too old.
"Well, dear... it's about the... tragic passing of your father..." Elizabeth said, still smiling.
Why is she happy? He was her husband of almost 42 years! Maybe it's just a nervous reaction... yes... that has to be it.
"What is it mother? Did the pathologist find out how dad died?"
Queen Elizabeth tensed, gripping the table, scratching her nails through the soft wood.
