The ball to celebrate the successful treaty negotiations is in full swing. Liorel has dressed in his finest attire woven from delicate materials that are fit for a prince of his stature. He can not let the humans underestimate them. He takes a sip of the good wine the humans procured as the hosts of the ball, so at least he has a good drink to make up for the dull event. He hasn't even seen the princess and he fears it's because she may be ugly. Gods... I hope she is at least passable.
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