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Anti-Magic Eight Ball
Cedric
I turned resolutely to my most trusted advisor and friend. "She's the right one. She doesn't talk, she doesn't get in the way, she wouldn't dare question me, and she's kind enough to the eye. Now, she's no Caroline, but still. Her only job would be to stand, look nice, and bear children. What do you think?"
Duke looked up dolefully from his gnawing of an antler that we nabbed during a hunt.
Falling back into my chair, I sighed. "Marriage is annoying," I grumbled. Duke snuffled in agreement, then went back to his chew toy. "Eric!" I called in my aging butler. The old man stumbled into my study, adjusting his glasses.
"Yes, sire?" He asked in his wobbly voice, bowing.
"Announce that I wish to marry Rebecca- Roland- Rosie? Whatever her name is."
Eric looked up in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"Just do as I say!!"
Aaron
I turned suddenly when I heard a slam of a door, followed by a flustered Eric stumbling out. Adjusting my load of laundry, I called out, "You okay, sir?" He didn't seem to notice me, and seem troubled as he sped along to the throne room. I shrugged, then continued hurriedly down my own path, down the hall way and a dank side tunnel of stairs, into the dimly lit servant quarters. My footsteps echoed along the cobble, but I paid no mind, knowing the route to Rosie's room by heart. I clutched a small leather bag holding a battered iron ring I managed to pick up from the blacksmith. My heart thrummed as I repeated my question over and over in my head. "Rose, will you marry me? No- Rose, marry me. Damn it, that sounds like an order!" I pulled up short at Rosie's door before taking a deep breath. *Here goes nothing* I knocked on the wooden door. "Rose?
(attatched- Cedric's study.)
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I turned resolutely to my most trusted advisor and friend. "She's the right one. She doesn't talk, she doesn't get in the way, she wouldn't dare question me, and she's kind enough to the eye. Now, she's no Caroline, but still. Her only job would be to stand, look nice, and bear children. What do you think?"
Duke looked up dolefully from his gnawing of an antler that we nabbed during a hunt.
Falling back into my chair, I sighed. "Marriage is annoying," I grumbled. Duke snuffled in agreement, then went back to his chew toy. "Eric!" I called in my aging butler. The old man stumbled into my study, adjusting his glasses.
"Yes, sire?" He asked in his wobbly voice, bowing.
"Announce that I wish to marry Rebecca- Roland- Rosie? Whatever her name is."
Eric looked up in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"Just do as I say!!"
Aaron
I turned suddenly when I heard a slam of a door, followed by a flustered Eric stumbling out. Adjusting my load of laundry, I called out, "You okay, sir?" He didn't seem to notice me, and seem troubled as he sped along to the throne room. I shrugged, then continued hurriedly down my own path, down the hall way and a dank side tunnel of stairs, into the dimly lit servant quarters. My footsteps echoed along the cobble, but I paid no mind, knowing the route to Rosie's room by heart. I clutched a small leather bag holding a battered iron ring I managed to pick up from the blacksmith. My heart thrummed as I repeated my question over and over in my head. "Rose, will you marry me? No- Rose, marry me. Damn it, that sounds like an order!" I pulled up short at Rosie's door before taking a deep breath. *Here goes nothing* I knocked on the wooden door. "Rose?
(attatched- Cedric's study.)
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