In the throne room of Buckingham Palace, Queen Anne sat in a simple yet ostentatious manner, giving her the whole view of the throne hall. Outside the locked doors was a sound of gunfire ringing from the hallways.
"Your Majesty. We are under attack, we need to get you to the secret passage and evacuate you out of here," the senior officer in the royal guard, Max, urged carefully. Despite the seriousness and urgency of the throne room, the Queen was unfazed and unbothered.
"I will not go anywhere. I will stay here," Anne simply said.
"But Your Majesty..! Your life is in danger. If we don't evacuate you right now then there won't be anyone to succeed you. You have achieved your goal to become the Queen of the Britannia Empire and you are going to waste it here? What will happen to the ideals you wish to implement to the people of the Britannia Empire?" the officer asked, looking up expectantly to the Queen.