[Quatral]

    
  
As per usual, little goes on without the Queen's explicit knowledge of events.
       
Rolling over in bed as a page disturbs her beauty sleep, lavender-scented eye mask is lifted for her to address the reports,
      

"Summon him to the palace, at once."

  

Not elaborating on the severity of her displeasure with events, nothing is beyond the restful Monarch's watchful gaze.

   

... After all, Claudia's eyes are everywhere