"Yes, ma'am. How long until you get here?"
"Shall I leave you a bit of time to escape, my dear Thomas?"
"I'd be grateful nonetheless."
"Such a smooth talker. I quite miss that witty tongue of yours."
Disgusting.
But necessary.
That is what my relationship with Lucrezia has been from the start. And that hasn't changed yet.
The political table was quite simple to play.
The president was sitting as the King.
Everybody sneakered around him trying to gain one thing only- a presidential pardon.
In plain terms, you got your president to give you the pardon, you become invincible.
No laws.
No restrictions.
As long as you hid your actions from the public eye, you become unstoppable.
The Queen—The Prime Minister—was not a piece so much as a hunger in motion.
He didn't sit still.
He devoured.
His moves weren't dictated by protocol or honor—only by appetite.
