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Evening.
Grand Dining Hall, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyf-fellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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The evening had grown heavy with the approaching dusk, and finally, Lilian, whom Salviana has mentally nicknamed 'Narc-Princess' and Margaretha, the Gaunt-gaudy-quack lady-in-waiting, had left. Salviana felt an overwhelming sense of relief as the door closed behind them.
She desperately craved a moment of solitude, to just breathe and collect her scattered thoughts. But even that was a fleeting hope. Dinner with the Velthornes was fast approaching, and the maids were already bustling around, preparing her for the next phase of royal expectations.
