As your god-Queen and world ruler, I expect my rules to be followed exactly. I was kind enough to pair you with your spouse to serve in my house. But now I see that kindness has only been repaid with disloyalty. You’ve conspired to what end? More food? Shirking your work? Unacceptable. If I were to let every sneaky little rat with a sweet tooth steal my food, what would I have to eat? What food would we have for our lavish banquets? You’re going to be punished for this insurrection. I am your god-Queen. This is my decree.
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