FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0204
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You approach the imperious Queen whose eyes narrow at your sudden approach. Before you can reach her, her cloud springs into the air and her attendants encircle you, chiding disapproval in each of their delicate, doll-like faces.
The Queen sings that her heart was made fallow on the day of her daughter’s kidnapping, her brief aria ending with a timid but hopeful, “Perhaps I could love the savior of my daughter…”