Guinevere Drakencrest was singlehandedly the worst, most difficult criminal Commander Veyron had ever brought to justice and they weren't done yet.
It started with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the stairs and kept getting worse.
Resistance? He could handle. Defiance? He could break. Whatever the hell this was? He had no framework for because the criminal was treating her arrest like it was an interactive museum experience and his officers like tour guides. And now the entire damn police station was participating.
CEREMONIAL INTAKE JUMPSUITS
A guard uncuffed Guinevere then handed her a folded grey jumpsuit. Standard issue. Regulation fabric. The garment equivalent of giving up.
Kael's cuffed hand intercepted before Guinevere could take it.
"She's not doing that."
"Kael, they're offering us ceremonial intake garments."
"You are the future Queen of Drakencrest. You are not wearing a jumpsuit. Your husband will never let me hear the end of it."
