"There thou art, thou defender of the realm," someone says behind you, long after the desserts are concluded. You turn to see Prinxe Hail.
"I live to serve," you say with a cheeky genuflection.
"Congratulations on thy triumph," Their Highness says.
"'Twas far from perfect…."
Hail brushes away your modesty. "You've talent, and you know it. You also seem possessed of a sense of which audience it's most advantageous to please. A winning combination, for thy long-term prospects."
You blink at them. "Do you really think so?"
The Heir just gives you that cryptic smile you've come to love and hate all at once. "Congratulations again," is all they say before departing.
"Do you think if I were royalty, I could get away with being so obscure?" you ask Brute, standing at your side. It steals the last of your beer by way of answer.
You lean against the wall, thoughts swirling as the feast carries on around you. [+Renown] [+Saul] [+Surety]
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