[ The suggestion has the desired effect; there are few greater pleasures in this world than subjecting stern people to a sudden fit of absurdity. ] Let us hope it's not the case. It would make for quite the task: to not only discern a Noctaere's identity but to match them with the object of their deepest affection—assuming there is such a one—and entreat them to pucker up!

[ It sounds like the makings of a fun game if the stakes weren't so very high.

Sholmes gives Beatrix another discreet once-over. She certainly has an anachronistic look about her—like knights of old, albeit with more style. And yet, she talks of airships and cannons? He can't quite picture her world or align it to his sense of history and civilization. ]

For someone who serves a monarch, you have quite the drive for democracy. Or does your queen share power with an elected parliament?