“One hundred and fifty, or thereabouts,” Morwenna stated bluntly. “If one wishes to blend into history it isn’t especially wise to be amongst the court of a particularly infamous Queen – there are paintings.”

Morwenna averted her eyes with the air of somebody who was considering her next move, but it was entirely for show. She was no novice at this after all, and as stubborn as the vampire was the ball was entirely in her court: these cells hadn’t been broken out of in living memory and Morwenna was not about to be the first to oversee an escapee. True the vampire didn’t look especially lively at the moment but Morwenna was not naive enough to believe she couldn’t put on a show of strength if the occasion called for it.

“You don’t look much happier in those if I’m perfectly honest.”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat