[ Whatever doubts Mitsuru had about how well behaved a boar could possibly be in a casino are quickly set to rest by Whitey and his exceptional decorum. It must come from belonging to a king and being at court - or soon-to-be-king she supposes.
She’s engrossed in paperwork when the knock on the door comes later and it momentarily startles her, given how hard she was concentrating on her work. Business accounts really are mind numbing she realises.
The redhead smiles, reserved yet friendly enough as she opens the door to admit Richard. It’s still odd and surreal to hear someone actually introduce themselves with that famous surname she knows from history books. ]
Your Grace, welcome. Please take a seat.
[ She gestures to the two chairs facing her desk. It feels weird admitting an actual monarch to her office in a casino and asking him to sit but here they are. ]
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She’s engrossed in paperwork when the knock on the door comes later and it momentarily startles her, given how hard she was concentrating on her work. Business accounts really are mind numbing she realises.
The redhead smiles, reserved yet friendly enough as she opens the door to admit Richard. It’s still odd and surreal to hear someone actually introduce themselves with that famous surname she knows from history books. ]
Your Grace, welcome. Please take a seat.
[ She gestures to the two chairs facing her desk. It feels weird admitting an actual monarch to her office in a casino and asking him to sit but here they are. ]
How may I be of assistance?