From the throne, THE Queen Regnant's unique head pulsed, the writhing mass of pale tendrils tightening horridly around the clattering aperture, and the moment it did, Dame Seraphine and the other Swords dropped to their knees.
They knelt as though they had seen something too grand to remain standing before, beings of THE Mesozoic Scale folding down without hesitation. And it was not only them. The many shrouded lifeforms gathered near the throne bowed as well, and as they bowed, their shrouds of Primordial Source fell away, because once the Queen had revealed herself, none of them could remain hidden either.
