[And she's relieved - so very, very, very relieved, but still a bit on the shaken side.
Angelica's not terribly pleased to see her husband reaching for his sword as he stomps down the corridor, as that wasn't very neighbourly at all. She does, however, stifle an amused snicker before she thumps Sexby in the chest for his words.]
Our mistake, sir. You have the face of a king. A very...unfortunate monarch by name of Charles. Come, Sexby, before we cause him further bewilderment.
[She pushes Sexby inside before he can say another word.] Oh...uh...welcome to the Barge, sir. Good-day. [A quick bow, and then she slams the door shut again.]
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Angelica's not terribly pleased to see her husband reaching for his sword as he stomps down the corridor, as that wasn't very neighbourly at all. She does, however, stifle an amused snicker before she thumps Sexby in the chest for his words.]
Our mistake, sir. You have the face of a king. A very...unfortunate monarch by name of Charles. Come, Sexby, before we cause him further bewilderment.
[She pushes Sexby inside before he can say another word.] Oh...uh...welcome to the Barge, sir. Good-day. [A quick bow, and then she slams the door shut again.]