[Oh! There she does, off in the arms of a handsome stranger. Surely there are worse fates for a fetching young Emperor to suffer. She puts up a token struggle but eventually decides that, since he seems to have some idea of what he's doing, he can lead the way. For now.]
'tis only a flesh wound.
[...no, really, it's not that bad. She got off lucky.]
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'tis only a flesh wound.
[...no, really, it's not that bad. She got off lucky.]