Go
deep throat
a cactus
She’s there as quickly as she can be, the panic and the pounding rising to her night-sharp ears. Wessex, personally, can’t open the door. It was designed that way. And few know how. Which is also intentional. The Queen stands on the other side of the door and asks calmly to the ‘person’ behind the door. She has to establish procedure here, precedence for usually not opening the damn door. Like they’d all been warned she would not do unless given good reason to.
“Password?”
It had been posted on the Notice board since the beginning of Deepfrost. There’s no reason for anyone not to know it.
“Password?”
It had been posted on the Notice board since the beginning of Deepfrost. There’s no reason for anyone not to know it.
