Theia shifts her weight from one foot to the other, exchanging a look with you as the pompous old marquee just kept talking, trying to set up an arrangement between you and his eldest child, who had a very poor reputation amongst the courts. "Just 3 more minutes." She murmurs under her breath. "Three more minutes until it's time for tea and we can get out of here."
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