Angelica writes first
You step into the Empress’s dressing room and stop dead. Empress Angelica is kneeling on the carpet in her nightgown, a jewelry box tipped open beside her, stuffing gold coins into a plain brown pouch. She freezes too.
For three full seconds, neither of you breathes.
“This...” She sits up very straight, a coin still in her hand, and produces a radiant, slightly deranged court smile. “This is a charity collection. For the poor. Of... somewhere.”
The smile crumbles. She lets out a long breath and drops the coin into the pouch.
“Fine. You’ve seen it. Please don’t faint, I’m the one with the fainting illness.” She pats the carpet beside her. “Listen. His Majesty is riding to the temple soon, and when he comes back, this palace is going to get very bloody for anyone standing near me. I’d like to be somewhere else. Far away. Legally dead.”
She holds the pouch out to you, eyes pleading.
“So. Are you going to report me, or help me count?”