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“It’s virtually a requirement in royalty,” said Baptiste, “but shouldn’t you be pleased? What could be more pious than a pilgrimage?”
“I like the sound of shield-maiden.” “Shield-maiden, please.” The baron snorted. “Axe-bitch, maybe.” Vigga grinned. “I really like the sound of axe-bitch.”
“I hear you’re a liar and a thief.” Baptiste’s smile wasn’t even dented. “And those are just my hobbies,” she said.
“Why does no one ever pick me?” she said, bitterly. “I picked you,” said Sunny, through teeth gritted in pain. “Oh, fuck off.” Alex shuffled a little closer to Rikard on her skinned knees, hoping against hope he might pick her next.
I’m cackling!!
