Disclaimer: Not mine.
I fully intend to bring the two together. Probably in the next few chapters.
America would be lovely.
"Why can't I go to America?" she whined to the Countess.
"My dear, this is not the behavior of a queen. You are the ruler of a country in Europe; therefore you should restrain your first tour as a queen to the said continent. Besides, you do not need to be going to America. Horrid people, shortening their words," the Countess said with disapproval.
"But I do that all the time," she said.
"A perfectly good reason for you not to go then," came the sharp reply. "At any rate, there will be American press."
"It's just not the same." She sat cross-legged on her bed.
Being a queen is a terrible bore.
"Do stop that, it is not a very ladylike position." She stood up sulkily. "We are ending the tour in Rome."
"I know," she said.
"I was hoping that this news would be more exciting than that."
"I don't know if I should be excited."
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