“The Queen has requested that you join her for tea in the drawing room.”
I stared at the old woman who stood before me, and I couldn’t help but feel some sense of familiarity towards her—there was something about her features, about the way that she carried herself, that left me with a feeling of deja vu. I had seen someone act in that exact same manner—but I just couldn’t place or recall when it was. Had it been on the Continent? Or had I seen this woman around me before, but never paid a lot of attention to her, despite picking up on the way that she projected herself?
I found myself thinking that it was more likely that it was the latter of the two options, because the chances of someone else from the Continent being here, was literally non-existent. It had been stupid of me to
