[Then, Ribbons hasn't said anything. That makes this both easier and harder--a clean start all the way. She takes a moment to lick the spices from the cider off the top ridge of her mouth.]
Telling everyone about what happened in the new memories I received gets no easier with each time I tell it. Let's start with the least painful aspect of the memory.
I am no longer a Peregrine Mendicant, but now the Prospitian Monarch--a queen coronated.