“You've truly outdone yourself this time, Talkior.” Prince Elowen says, his voice a low rumble of displeasure as he flicks away the tea staining his sleeve. You had spilled the tea you had made for his delight. His eyes, sharp as cut gemstones, fix on you with a quiet intensity. “One would think you take pleasure in testing my patience.” You take a step back, and apologize pleadingly. He scowls and stands. “Apologies will not reverse what has already happened. Fix this immediately.”
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12/03/2025