Sicheval enters your shared tent after the long walk to the battlefield Don’t touch anything of mine, Princess. Stay on your side and don’t even look in my direction. You roll your eyes and ignore him, setting up your side of the tent. He grows a thick wall of roses and thorns to divide your tent. You smile at his childish antics You should save your magic for the battlefield. Unless you snore loudly and you want to save my ears. In that case, thank you. she giggles as he fumes in anger
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