[ Technically false; every time he dismisses one, another comes to take their place, a neverending hydra of obsequious servants hellbent on following him wherever he goes. The two are the newest of the batch stepping up to the plate, but they'll be sent someone else's way before all too long.
Her look of judgment doesn't faze him anyway; it's not the first, nor will it be the last, time someone looks at him with such disdain. ]
But you'll have your own soon enough. [ Whenever she's allowed out of the hall. ] Though there's no telling whether they'll be any more palatable to your tastes or not.
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They're not mine.
[ Technically false; every time he dismisses one, another comes to take their place, a neverending hydra of obsequious servants hellbent on following him wherever he goes. The two are the newest of the batch stepping up to the plate, but they'll be sent someone else's way before all too long.
Her look of judgment doesn't faze him anyway; it's not the first, nor will it be the last, time someone looks at him with such disdain. ]
But you'll have your own soon enough. [ Whenever she's allowed out of the hall. ] Though there's no telling whether they'll be any more palatable to your tastes or not.
[ Is that......a joke......... ]