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"Copper for a crown?" Drusilla rolled a coin between her fingers.
Angelus smiled indulgently. "And why would I give you a crown for that little penny?"
"'Cos I'm your girl, and I make you feel guilty."
His face clouded. "Go steal your own crowns. You can pick pockets, or rip throats for all I care."
"Can't buy what everyone gives us. My boy will wear white gold upon his head."
"I don't know what you're on about. I'm going out to hunt."
Her trilling laughter followed him to the doorway. "The white queen captures the black king, all fall down…"