Sleeping With The Queen-1 18+ for mature content "So graceful," he muttered. "A beauty, she is. A beauty worth fightin' for, a beauty fit for rule. Ev'ry man in the country ought to be thinking it. Why, maybe even some of the ladies!" Scotty chuckled at his own joke. The corners of my lips flared up in a slight smile for only a moment. "And it's a shame that she isn't married, wouldn't you think?" I picked up the glass and swallowed a small amount of liquid and made a face. "Oi," a hit Scotty on the shoulder. "What in bloody hell is this rubbish?" I spat a little. "It tastes awful!" He pointed at it curiously. "That? The drink with the slight golden color?" I nodded. "Yes, what was it?" He picked up the glass of clear wine and downed it. "That was the drink I got for you." I placed a hand at my throat. "Oh dear. That couldn't be good." I replaced my look with a chipper face quickly. "Ah well, there is work to be done, Scotty, if we want to go to the ball and sweep the queen off 'er feet!" Scotty grinned. "Oi, Ervin, the drink's already gotten to you!" "Nothing's gotten to me!" I yelled as I walked towards the door. "Only everything has gotten to me!"