Aimery: Sir Clay, the Princess has requested to deliver a message to you. She insists on your presence in the main dining hall this afternoon.
Jacin: Tell the Princess that...I will...fulfill her request.
Aimery: Good. I run a tight 'ship' here.
Jacin: *snorts* Surely.
Aimery: And you, Sir Clay, dare question my power?
Jacin: The power has gotten to your oddly misshaped head, if that's what you're asking.
Aimery: This kind of behavior is intolerable for someone so highly valued in the Royal Guard. Shall I tell the Queen? *thinks*
Jacin: Really, Thaumaturge Park, is that really necessary?
Aimery: *blinks*
Jacin: What I mean is, do you have to call backup every time? Use Her Majesty as an excuse? *tsk tsk*
Aimery: *fuming* Sir Clay!
Jacin: Hey, if you get hit by a hover, just know that I'd be the one driving it. *out*
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