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Sage cocked his head slightly when she mentioned that the guy she'd been betrothed to was ugly, laughing along. "Really," he mused. "Who was it anyway," he asked. He hadn't ever actually...talked about it with her, he didn't think. Not about the specifics. He nodded with a grin at her peck, giving her a wink in response. "Anything for you, my lady," he chirped, a little tease slipping into his words. |
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Elara put a finger to her chin, trying to remember who it was for a moment before her eyes lit up, recalling the prince's name. "It was the Prince of Mercia, he was an incest, there are rumors of his parents being first cousins." She sighed, dragging a hand down her face. "My parents were. . . not the best at picking good matches of people." She muttered, dissapointment in her eyes at the memory. |
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Sage wrinkled his nose slightly as she remembered who it was. "Him," he snorted, trying to picture Elara matched with the guy. He'd stolen from him before, and actually he'd assassinated people in his castle too, so he knew who the prince was. And he was definitely ugly, as she'd stated. "Yeah, I can't picture you marrying the ogre," he snickered, vaguely amused by the thought. He winced slightly when she mentioned her parents not being good at picking out matches, and nodded in agreement. "I'll say not," he mused. "They didn't seem to be very good at quite a few things," he added. |
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"Don't even start," She sighed, draping a hand over her eyes before dragging it down her face. Elara snorted at his next comment, nodding. "Exactly. They could've atleast picked somebody who looked good," The woman noted, laughing at his muse. "Let me tell you, match making wasn't the only thing they were bad at. Council decisions, deployments, punishments, conviction, all sorts of things--the list goes on." |
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