Emilyn sits at the table, looking at her plate before glancing up at her betrothed- or spouse, now rather, it still didn't feel real, really, having a new...er face in the castle. She had promised her mother that she'd try to get to know her spouse better in the latest letter she sent so she clears her throat and finds her voice. "How... uhm... h-how did you sleep?"
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