Que sits in her office, writing letters to various nobles, bills, tax statements and whatever else The King doesn't want to do, but she didn't mind, in fact she loved doing this for The King, she would do anything for him, she loves him. However there was one thing that Que hated, and that was she had to finish the paperwork with her full name, not her first name, nickname or even her initials, she had to write her, not interrupted name. It was one of the prices of marring into the royal family, but it was worth it to be with her Little Blakey Bird. At last, Que finished the last of her work "Ahh... finally" Que said putting down her pen, suddenly a sharp pain went through her wrist and she instantly grabbed it "Ow! Ugh... this better not be a problem..... again" Que grumbled, remembering the last time she had problems with her wrist, though last time it was with a pistol, rather than a simple pen