[ Never has an introduction carried so much dread with it. Anne is forcing herself to eat a little something when she hears it, and though he gave no warning in advance, she knows why he is here. She expects Spike to be alongside him, even, or at least near.
With a strong breath, Anne shoves her food away and checks her appearance in the mirror. Dry eyes, not a hair out of place, her french hood centered. None of it matters, but these little things may be all she has.
Finally settling into the small throne, as the main room the front door opens to is a makeshift throne room, she steels her nerves. Surely he cannot tell her anything she has not already thought of, having thought of nothing else for the past couple weeks. ]
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With a strong breath, Anne shoves her food away and checks her appearance in the mirror. Dry eyes, not a hair out of place, her french hood centered. None of it matters, but these little things may be all she has.
Finally settling into the small throne, as the main room the front door opens to is a makeshift throne room, she steels her nerves. Surely he cannot tell her anything she has not already thought of, having thought of nothing else for the past couple weeks. ]
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