Heart The Queen

Of course the Duke would soon return home~ not to an overjoyed family, but to his dear wife and beloved daughter's howling and bemoaning, the servants and field workers beating on his doors demanding for their promised wages, possibly even a tax collector or two. Heart had taken time before this meeting, sending a few of her hired hands to completely strip this man of every stolen copper, pilfered silver, embezzled gold, and any other riches he had ever had the audacity to take from the Royal family, all the way down to the loose change in his drawers. She really had to thank the poor one in charge of her family's finances for all the information their desperate loose lips revealed before they ultimately and rather satisfyingly, thought Heart, were thrown into prison to await their final judgement. Truthfully she could have had the Duke thrown in as well, but what invaluable lesson would the other nobles who had been causing her trouble for the past year learn then? Heart giggled to herself, if the nobles weren't open to listening to a child, then she would make them listen, to their Queen.