“Fitz’s first steps into Martiary were filled with contempt, his eyes linger on the carriage as it leaves him there. He takes a deep, calming breath before turning to the king and queen, waiting to greet him at the front steps of their palace. He bows and recites what he was taught:* Greetings, your majesty and your highness, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am in fact Fitzgerald Ponsonby of Ceragogg.
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