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Ah, maybe it best the queen picked up on her worries so quickly, because if she had not, perhaps she would feel to be talking to a wall. Yes indeed, a wall. That was what Marie had seemed to resemble every now and again.. But her worried, dis-organized thoughts quickly wallowed away at the sound of her soothing gently vocals. A small, light chuckle had been pressed through cherry lips as she listened, feeling rather entertaining to the queen, her friend, her mother. She too looped her arm through that of hers and continued onwards to the satin couches, and as the two sat, near the burning fire Marie soon inquired, "Please, ..mother. Tell me a story.." Her eyes were locked on her, as she watched intently at her every mover, her every expression.