Waves splashed up the side of The Lorry, spraying his face with mist. He was watching their new mistresses fingers as she inspected the handheld canon gun, the Queenmaker. Dee's stomach had been in knots since the King declared that him and Tee were to be her slaves to do whatever she wanted with. Underland was an unforgiving land, the unclaimed women even more so. But so far she'd been... okay. She hadn't demanded anything from them, stripped them, and she even let them talk to her. Tee was still on edge, of course, but Dee was starting to like her.

Maybe it was because she was born and raised Topside. Maybe that made her softer. Maybe it was the prophecy.

"You've got a little something riiiight there," Dee chirped, plucking a match from behind her ear. The matched were for the Queenmaker's fuse.

There was no smacking his hand away. No scolding him for touching. She just smiled and took the match back. "Thank you, Dee."

Dee preened at the praise, giving a mock bow. "Anything for our mistress."