❝  _{‘NOT  FORMALLY’  SOUNDS  AS  if  we  have  but  not  at  somewhere  my  staff  would  approve  of!}  ❞    _{Her  jest  slipped  easily  from  her  lips,  slickened  by  a  glass  of  wine.    Of  course,  she  had  never  been  such  a  place  in  her  life,  let  alone  since  her  ascension  and  she  would  likely  never  have  to  chance  to  visit  one.}    ❝  _{James Richardson.}  ❞    _{Lips  pursed  for  a  moment,  the  young  queen  clearly  recalling  something,  though  it  seemed  difficult  to  bring  to  mind.}    ❝  _{Have  I  met  you  before?}  ❞    _{She  was  nearly  certain  they  had  not,  but  his  words  confused  her  just  enough.}

_{THE QUESTION ALMOST TEMPTED HIM TO TELL TRUTH, but instead,  he forced out the per-usual lie. Though, the idea of lies, and truth were always blending in his mind. A lie to some wasn’t a lie to another. Sometimes, a lie could be played off as truth, and become truth it would be.  So, he opted for something in-between, ❝ Perhaps, but perhaps it was someone else who looked just as  beautiful- either way, the pleasure is all mine. this time around.❞}