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For reasons neither could explain, it was custom for the king and queen to sit at either head of the great table. The baron couldn't believe his luck in being seated beside the latter, free to ply her with his honeyed words away from her husband's ears; after all, he knew he was truly irresistible.

In his self-absorption, he was oblivious to the queen's game of ever-changing eyes, to the glances between the monarchs, and to the fact they had finally settled on "sugar-bloated sewer-rat" as his most apt title.