my head lays tilted on my hand, my elbow proping my arm up from the table. i let out a sigh, completely bored of the conversation, so i stand, my palms meeting the wooden surface. i am being reasonable here but you're not coming up with anything my eyes land on you specifically i will have my servants arrange a room for you, and you will stay the night. the storm will arrive soon so you shouldn't travel home. i speak firmly as i know you'll feel defiant to this we'll speak of this tomorrow
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