We looked at each other with an understanding. A look which we had shared many times before. I flicked my long black hair to the right. It fell to my dark, thick eyebrows. I had a pale face and crystal blue eyes with long eyelashes. I had the usual Irish face, voice and accent. Deep and brooding.
We both took a left to the Queen's room. She owned a palace, and she had a double in that palace to protect her. Nobody knew that she lived here. She lived behind a huge steel door with lots of huge locks. It took the man a few seconds to open it. We all had practise in opening that door.
We both knew exactly why we were here. Promotion time.