For Her Master!

Jeannie felt as if it were her job to ensure peace and security for the new world order, throughout the world. So she investigated what all the commotion was about, asking the officers, "What's going on here? I'm here for his Highness." She made her 'official' badge appear magically in her hand. The policemen in question were two men: one with short brown hair and one with blonde hair under their caps; the brunette had a pointy, rounded nose and hazel eyes, while the blonde had a grecian nose and blue eyes. They both were strapping gentleman in their matching uniforms: a button-down shirt, a black strap looping from the top of their right shoulder to their left hip and back on the other side. Their black shoes were nicely polished, to really bring the whole ensemble together.

One explained that the woman they were detaining had violated a law about their king: "'No unauthorized worshipping after hours'."

"That was the rule..." Jeannie got a better look at the struggling detainee. The woman was a simple peasant, wearing a tan or beige head scarf, and her aquamarine eyes welled up a bit, wet as she gazed up at Jeannie.

"Please, Excellency," she whimpered, with what sounded like a Romanian accent. "I meant no harm. My king has not visited me in months, not since..." The peasant sniffled and hung her head. She gave a little grin and continued, "not since he planted his seed into me..." She told of how grateful she was to you for having his child.

"This woman," said the brunette officer, "had been spotted four times this week alone, praying to our global highness."

But Jeannie asked the peasant's name. "I am Winona, miss," she replied. Jeannie told the policemen to release her, and so they did without question.

She enjoyed that perk about her job as your second-in-command. The men resumed their patrol and she knelt in front of Winona, holding her shoulder. "Why? Why would you break one of our king's rules...?"

"One might say," Winona breathed raggedly, "I am desperate. Days and days ago, my unborn child... perished within me." She leaned her forehead against Jeannie's forehead and began to cry once more. Jeannie wrapped her arms around the woman, comforting her.