The Power She Wields

The dressmaker was browsing through the newspapers when he heard the bells chime. With a frustrated face, he turned to the door and yelled:

“I told you! No business today! It’s Sunday, for heaven’s sake!”

“My, my, what a rude way to greet your customers, Mister Sweedle,” the Queen crossed her arms as Ares closed the door behind him. The dressmaker went pale upon seeing Eurydice enter his store, even with a huge ‘closed’ sign. Eurydice tapped her feet on the wooden boards while carrying a dissatisfied face.

“I didn’t know I was so... unwelcomed.”

“Oh no! My bad, Your Radiance!” he got onto his knees and pressed his forehead against the floor, hoping she would forgive him. “As long as it’s you, anytime is okay.”

“Oh really? As I heard earlier, you seem to be suggesting the opposite.”

The dressmaker did not know what to do! He wanted the Earth to swallow him alive and all his embarrassments!

Eurydice sighed. “Enough yammering,” she shrugged her shoulders. “I want you to make this per
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