Hastily bowing and down to his knees, Ajax gives respect to the image of his Queen. They're in his dream, because he remembered retiring for the night with his (secret)husband before this.
"Rise, Tartaglia. Make yourself comfortable. I have something to discuss with you." The cold yet gentle voice of his Queen resounding through the dreamscape. Ajax rises slowly from his place as the white area around him turn into a garden full of white flowers he can barely name.
It's an exact replica of the Royal Palace's garden, her Majesty's favorite place and few has seen what's inside.
Seated before the round table filled with tea and pastries, Ajax (despite the hammering of his heart) keeps silent while watching his Queen sips her tea elegantly.