STARTER // @royalspare
To say she had never been in the presence of royalty before would be a lie. However, last time she'd been in a uniform and the meeting had been painfully formal. Now, she was sat across a young man with a tortured expression and a mind full of doubts and fears about the events of the past few months. It had been quite the shock to pretty much the entire world: both king and heir dead and buried within a year. Almost too tragic to be true.
Mathilde had never cared very much about the turmoil and drama of royalty. Except that one time a prince had been working to undermine democracy in a handful countries, but that was a tale for another day. The reason she cared today was simple: there was a possibility that her father's murder was linked to his father's murder. And so when the opportunity arose to once again use her skills in His Majesty's service, she reluctantly took it.
"You know who I am," she hummed, icey blue eyes falling on the prince regent. "So I hope you're smart enough to know that you need me. If you want to know the cold, hard truth about what happened to your father and your brother, I'm the only one who can give it to you."
