The evening was riddled with storms, and, from her lair, the infamous Madame de Potins cackled. "Now..." She began sipping a glass of wine, "Why's Haense got to stick their unwashed phallus in everything?" She questioned, to none but herself. "Seems to me that poor Kingdom hasn't had any drama- yet, all they're doing is causing drama.. Creating an elaborate story, really." She took another sip of her Falstaff wine, cackling once more.
"These damned Haensers are obsessed with imperial politics." She finished.