In 1999, King Arthur II paid a visit to his estranged wife, Queen Gwen, in her cell. 'To what do I owe the honor?' Her sarcastic question brought a small smile to his lips, and she shrank back on her cell's cot from him. 'For an agent of our enemies, you have led our country surprisingly well in the war, my queen. I was wondering about that.' She looked out the bars at Sir Lance standing a dour guard and replied, 'With you safely ensconced in a hospital bed, my king, this was my country.For the first time in my life, I knew what it was to feel a sense of pride in one's nation. Our triumph had become my triumph. So close to ultimate victory, I couldn't let our warriors suddenly collapse as the Illuminati ordered. My kingdom demanded the destruction of the Central European Empire, and I obliged them.' Arthur leaned in close, his beard brushing her cheek, and whispered in her ear, 'And the fact that it would make you the world's most powerful ruler was just a side benefit, eh?' She rubbed her cheek against his while locking eyes with du Lac and said, 'No, that was the main motivation for me. But, in this instance, the kingdom's interests and mine coincided. I want to rule the world, and Great Britain is the tool which will allow me to do it.' She kissed him lightly on the cheek and he pulled away. 'How did you break my hold on Lance, by the way? That was very impressive.' Arthur walked back to his knight's side. 'Some loyalties will shine through no matter what they've been temporarily submerged by.' She nodded, an enigmatic smile on her face, and said, 'That is so true.'
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