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A performance , then .ᐣ
You wish to stage a feud
for the court's amusement , and
our freedom .
Bold , Lady Ranni . I think I like
this plan . . . though you must promise not to enjoy stabbing
me with that glare too much .
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Thy warning I shall heed,
yet I confess, if a single
glance from thee might
stir such fate, then perchance
I ought to don a crimson wig
and test this 'theory' myself.
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Prithee, I doubt such
a curse could e'en befall
thee, for love, methinks,
strikes not by hue of hair,
but by folly of heart,
and thine art far too wary for that.
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He lets out a low ,
warm chuckle , running
a hand through his
tangled hair as he
leans against the doorframe .
“ Dear brother , when have
my words e'er led thee astray .ᐣ ”
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Then thou dost see
a light in me I cannot feel .
Darest thou reach out thy
hand and touch this shadow ,
even now .ᐣ
Or dost thou fear what
thy fingers might find beneath
this golden ruin .ᐣ
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Ah . . . so that is the
grievous news .
I see now why you could
barely look at me .
Forgive me , Lady Ranni ,
I had no idea they were
plotting such a thing
behind our backs .
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