Narration (Xander): She's making her next move. It's bigger than I'd hoped.
Narration (Xander): No mere campaign of studied outrage. No. She'd know better than that.
Narration (Xander): If she wanted, I'd resign tomorrow. Just so long as she'd keep an office in the palace...show up for Parliament every Wednesday like I'm supposed to be doing...
Narration (Xander): I'd sit in the peanut gallery tossing spitwads at her. Studying her moves. Whispering in her ear.
Narration (Xander): Keep an office at the palace? Perhaps she wanted to take over the whole place and evict me into the streets!
Narration (Xander): Wouldn't that be a development! There's a headline! Evil Overlord thrown out!
Narration (Xander): Joins local breadline and contemplates the errors of his wicked ways. Humbly seeks reconciliation with heiress who trounced him in last election.
Narration (Xander): She's making her move. No way around it, she's thinking about me. Thinking about what it would be like...
Narration (Xander): ...to stay.