As soon as the doorman invited them in, Haste began directing the king’s staff. “We’ll need a pitcher of gin punch, two cigars, and two of whatever His Majesty had for breakfast. And we’re not sitting on these ottomans, either. You have a hundred rooms. Find us one with some proper furniture.” The butler and his footmen seemed unperturbed by Haste’s manner, and all of her wishes were granted in short order. Soon, Edith found herself sitting in a plush chair before a freshly built fire with a cut crystal goblet full of rosy punch in her hand. She had refused the cigar, which Haste didn’t mind
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