Queenling

I must pull onwards; so, Queenling, au revoir! What, not a kiss of the hand to me, your first visitor, your only lover this day!

“Notre petite reinette Ecossaise,” said Catharine de Medici herself, who looked upon her with distaste, “our little Scottish queenling has only to smile in order to turn all the heads in France!”

There! Sit thee down on the trackway / And croon thy dolly a song; / Let the procession sweep by thee, / Queenling, whom none may wrong.

I have suspected that, notwithstanding this vigilance, a queenling of exceptional enterprise occasionally would escape, and go solitary to her destiny.

The time has come to crush this queenling and her little country. Their arrogance is beginning to annoy me.