"You said we will move when the night comes," Charlotte says as she walks to the door and brings in a man in normal clothes, none of the black suit bullshit that most of her guards are in. "This is agent Williams. He's going to come with us. If you tell her about your bullets and about the car and perhaps the food that he should be procuring for us. Then we can go see about those clothes."

Agent Williams bowed his head to the queen but she waved him in closer. "He's from MI6. If I can't trust them, I'm screwed."

Charlotte was used to feeling that she needed to move quickly or something would be completely ruined otherwise. But unfortunately she couldn't move the country around that quickly. She had gotten used to the idea that everything would work slowly. She'd have to wait other people to do things for her.

"I think we can just use my rooms," she murmured to herself as she moved again to talk with someone at the door.