Patricia Williams
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Thankfully, the dark lull caused by my quick exposé on genetics and hereditary disorders is dispelled by an annoyance of an entirely different kind. Marquis de Brege in person, namely. He is ushered in by the majordomo, and for once, does not fail to notice the king, mainly so because he makes a beeline towards Abe as soon as he is in the room. Does not seem to notice anyone else here, though. "Your highness, many thanks for heeding my distress so quickly!" - he huffs - "I have been deeply wronged! Lady…-
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"This is becoming problematic." - one of the meeting attendants groused. At the round table, a number of nobles sat, each of them garbed in a robe with a deep cowl. Of course, this was but a token gesture, for everyone at the table knew everyone else... with the few exceptions, which was the main reason for such measures to begin with. "Problematic? Honestly, I'd go as far as call it ridiculous! A good third of kingdom's nobility unable to put one uppity bint into her proper place." - another interjected…
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"What do you have for me, Clovis?" - sir Malachi demanded irritably as he stepped out of the carriage. "A double murder, Grand Inquisitor." - sir Zade reported dutifully - "By the looks of it, robbery too, but I have ordered my men to steer clear of the carriage. No reason to stomp all over the potential traces and risk losing something important before you can take a look, right?" "Fair enough. Any witnesses?" - Malachi demanded as he strode towards the inner yard, where the deed happened. Zade fell in…
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"Well now... What do we have, ladies?" - MeeMee demanded, as she violently corked the bottle of ink and threw herself back into the chair, shaking her tired fingers. DeeDee hummed, as she leafed through the assorted notes. "I believe that weekly is our best option." - she proffered thoughtfully - "Until the Club really spreads across the kingdom, we probably will not mass up enough of the news to justify more frequent issues. Not to mention that our efforts might prove to be insufficient." LeeLee walked…
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"Good day to you too, doctor Herzeleid." "Good morrow to you all, my esteemed fellows." "Greetings, medicos!" A number of people milled in the castle grounds. All of them bore the tell-tale insignias of Medical Guild on their sashes, belts or lapels. All of them were intrigued and curious. It was not everyday's occurrence, after all, for the royal physician himself, the highly esteemed sir Pasteur to call for a guild meeting. As one of the less numerous guilds, Medical Guild found no need to maintain a…
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Erkwlff, Gruffydd and Meurig were feeling antsy. Their clansman Goronwy had sent them a note, asking for a meeting, and while the note was pretty sparse on details otherwise, it did imply he had something vitally important to the dwarfdom to discuss. "What do ye reckon this is all about?" - Gruffydd muttered. The last of their foursome, Trahaearn, was stuck in the queue for beer, and the lack of drink was plucking at their nerves something fierce. "Ain't tha fogiest, uncle." - Meurig admitted. The…
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Even though cleaning up is simply a matter of several cantrips, I'm being subjected to CONCERN. To the point where I get concerned. "Lily-Anne." - I demand sternly, pausing her midword - "I am fine. I am NOT injured or even discomfited in any notable way." "But you're covered in blood!" - she yelps back, her hands clenched. She seems to be torn between wanting to hug me and to wipe me off, come to think of it. I concentrate for a moment, focus on the "not mine" concept and expel the filth from my…
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Getting back to Parsee and settling down in the mansion goes basically without issue. The topics that father raises on the way, however... Well. Suffice to say, my participation in the ceremonies is not in any way optional, and I'm apparently getting some kind of recognition personally. According to dad, he and Abe had intended that to be a surprise for me, but neither had expected I'll try to be outright absent from the capital during Year's Unending. Well, at least now I know to stay put. Well, as put as…
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Well... shit. And fuck. And fucking shit. I HAVE to be in the capital for this. And honestly, so does Lily-Anne. And... it kind of looks like everyone assumed I remembered and planned it like this... Holy shit, I was THIS close to fucking this up. If I decided to go to Evergreens before going to the estate, for example? Damn, I need to write this shit down. Actually... I wonder if I forgot other things like this... Meh. Recalling stuff is not an issue, I remember everything with photographic clarity,…
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It is a little bit awkward. Because, apparently, none of us know how to handle the vacation. Well, except for Cy, who after a brief pause breaks the silence with a cheerful demand for lunch. Which we all end up participating in, much to Bridgit's disgruntled grumbling. "You do remember that you are also on vacation, dear?" - I tease her in response. And Bridgit promptly reddens and retreats back mumbling something about mistresses who are ridiculously prone to spoiling their maids. She does insist on…
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