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    Marceline was sitting at the head of the dining table, staring at the table's edge in silence. She's wearing a formal gown that is a beautiful, royal blue silk with bright-gold embroidery. A man was sitting nearby, a Noble that was a close friend of the King, Marcy's father. David is his name, and despite being friends with the King, the man is rather young-- almost Marcy's age.    "I'm...very sorry about your father," David says, a deep frown on his face and falls silent. "Is that it?" Herald asks gruffly. David looks at the servant with the same frown. "I-I don't know what else to say." Marcy raises her hand before Herald could spe

    Nysarias awakens slowly, her vision severely blurry and her head swooning. She was lying in the estate infirmary, she believes as she looks about and her vision clears. "You're awake!" a familiar voice yelps and she was suddenly embraced around the neck by a small man. Nysa puts an arm around the Lalafell's back and hugs him as well. "I was so worried you wouldn't wake up!" "I'm sure you did," Nysa says and grins. "How long was I out, Aran?" The lalafell puts some space between them, his pale-yellow eyes meeting Nysa's ruby-red eyes. "Several days--or a week at most. Liz had the poison removed yesterday and said you should awaken soon.

    "My lord," Herald calls from outside the bed chamber. Heiravend awakens with a yawn and then sighs. The bedroom door opens to permit Herald passage into the room. "My Lord, you have many meetings today, and its almost noon." "Yea, yea," the king groans and sits up, wearing a silken night shirt and slacks. He gets out of the bed, "Ahem, a little privacy, Herald?" he asks and the scrawny man exits while bowing. Heiravend lets out another sigh and dresses into his royal kingly gown with the crown atop his head; he didn't like the crown all too much, it was a little tight on his head. He put up with it, however, and exits the room. "Oh, my