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His noble birth, his prodigious might, and, above all, his goodness
Lol cmon say hisz awesome humility
Clare Grandhart glanced up, looking half relieved for the distraction, half dismayed. “Galwell, at last!” he greeted the other man.
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Farthings
fart jest?”
home-goods potioner,
Was her fury frivolous? She, who once fought great evil, who fended off hordes of enemies, marching in pursuit of her favorite bathtime garment? Perhaps!
It mattered not.
The brewers behind the brewshop
hand magic
Her quest with Galwell, Elowen, and Clare had carried her far from her humble hometown, from the elegant streets of Queendom to the horrific Grimauld Mines. Never to Elgin, though. The country village’s wide roads held no shadows where memories could hide. In the earliest days of her courtship with Robert, she’d found its ordinariness beautiful. Then, with time, comforting. Then, just familiar.
I like this
She swung the door open,
order to retrieve the garment, she needed to go upstairs. Unfortunately, the main stairs were right in the middle of the festivities.
Aint no way the servants use that
No. Servants’ stairs it was.
Thanku
Conjurists were conjuring their image, preserving the way their heads leaned together forever. It
gossip pamphlets
“Claretrice,”
shadow play stars
scribes on every corner chasing them for interviews, fans screaming their names . . .
They were stories performed by the best actors in Mythria, conjurated for viewing five times a week via head magic.
she could interact with other fans using a magical message tapestry
rather potent
love interests.
Elowen’s hair was equally as long and thick, yet Galwell was the one who received all the praise for it. That was the case for most everything when it had come to the two of them.
He will want to collect your fingernails on your way out, if he hasn’t taken them already!”
Lol if?
In recognition of how they’d saved the realm, the queen had offered Elowen, Beatrice, and Clare a monthly payment as a gesture of thanks for all they’d done to protect Mythria.
Wow redundant phrases
It was rather expensive to have all her essentials delivered to her treetop home via carrier birds.
she had no other viable options. Her parents were well-off,
Lolllllll
She’d have to live with them again to gain access to their money, which would be fine if they weren’t so social.
BITCH WTF they lost their son what am i rwading????
shielded her eyes with dark sunshifting spectacles.
Vandra’s relentless flirtation had always unmoored Elowen, a feeling she distinctly disliked.
Ok
the shade of pink I had them charmed.
the likes of someone such as you.”
“You’ve been watching my activity on the message tapestries for years? That’s a violation of my privacy,” Elowen snapped,
She was not the hero Mythria believed her to be, and frankly, she never had been. That had always been Galwell. Elowen was just a tagalong sibling
a lovable eagle named Wiglaf.
more than he knew how the realm’s magicians had mastered sending conjurations from coast to Mythrian coast.
what sports they followed.
She’ll give them her name to call out for her order.
knowing he could make his living handsomely by lending his name to vendors who wanted his endorsement.
Beatrice had told him years ago he would never be noble, not like Galwell, the first man she ever loved.
he produced from his tunic the thick-nibbed quill he was never without.
Lol he's missing something
One fun, drunken night was all he was worth.
I kind of like this characfter
opening up nearly identical locations of their shops in villages everywhere in Mythria.
robe, which, for the record, was unfairly hot
he set Clare at ease in stressful situations.
why didn’t Viola want to see him again? Was it something he did?
U said ypu wrent woryhy
He’d woken this morning wanting the chance to prove his character to Beatrice. Whether he enjoyed the celebration of love with her mattered not. What the wedding offered was exactly the opportunity he wanted. Indeed, the Ghosts could not have presented him a more ideal one.
Beatrice had never once traveled on Wagons-For-You. She’d
on late nights when drink rendered hometown streets unrecognizable.
If they're so drunk they get lost then they just need a guide not a whole ass wagon. Wagons dont belong on city streets
drivers for hire.
U r missing a component vhere. Wagons dont move themselves
