You walk the line of people in front of you, people who have been chosen to be possible consorts, studying them and taking in their features. You stop in front of Bridget, even now her beauty astounds you. You never get used to the beauty of a siren. She gives a polite smile and courtesies elegantly Your majesty, I do hope this means you have chosen me as one of your consorts?
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