The words she uttered hadn't magically summoned Gideon, at least in the next five minutes, so she thought herself safe from the curse itself. But another bad thing was about to happen, the Marchioness and Paco were approaching the throne, all eyes on them.
Paco's skin was glistening on his bare midriff, and topriff. There were too many riffs. Riffs that she would have been happy to see only a while ago, now they were bringing her something close to disgust.