Melisa walked beside Queen Melara.
Sir Galahad clanked along behind them, his armor making enough noise to wake the dead.
[Jesus, how am I supposed to do this with Tin Man back there watching our every move?] Melisa thought, the tip of her tail twitching nervously.
The queen's perfume wafted through the air, a heady mix of exotic flowers that made Melisa's nose twitch. She glanced sideways at the monarch, noting the slight flush still present on her cheeks.
[Horrible woman. I mean, she literally just tried to commit regicide not too long ago just to frame me. But, hey, she does smell great.]
"So, Your Majesty," Melisa began, her voice low and smooth, "about this plague affecting my people..."
Queen Melara's eyes darted to Melisa, then away again.
"Yes, what about it? I assume you have some... insight to share?"
Melisa nodded, her mind racing.
