“Why must you think this way, Your Majesty? We both stand to benefit. You regain your youth and achieve immortality; I gain supreme power. Isn't that perfect?” Fred rubbed his cheek indifferently.

The queen snorted and turned away. It mattered little to Fred; everything was under his control. He would soon have what he wanted, and nothing could stop him.

At that moment, a weak voice called from outside, “Your Grace…”

Fred frowned, looking intently at the queen before going out. After wiping his hands, he saw a man bowing respectfully. “What is it?” Fred asked.

He was annoyed by his men's persistence, even after his instructions. The midget had been far more efficient; surprisingly clever despite his disability. He dismissed the thought as a man presented a small bottle, resembling a perfume sample, but the liquid within looked peculiar.

“What is that?” Fred frowned, refusing to touch it. His experiences with viruses had taught him caution.

The man displayed a coin-like object. “A woman brought this.”

Fred’s eyes narrowed. “Where is she?”

“She’s outside. I didn’t know who she was, so I didn’t let her in. I would have sent her away if she hadn’t claimed to have something important for you.” The embassy was off-limits to outsiders.

Fred nodded. “Let her in.”

He started back, then paused. “Bring her to my office. No one else is to see her.”

The man hurried off, returning shortly with the visitor. “Did anyone see her?” Fred asked.

The man shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Well done. Leave us.” Fred dismissed him with a wave. The man closed the door quietly behind him.