Dear noble knight Stealth Bomber,
You have convinced this Stormqueen to await the findings of your 'inquiry'. (deep sigh) I shall not hurl myself o'er the precipice just yet, good and gentle knights. Leave me be awhile, to ponder and reflect and sharpen my arrowheads...er ponder and reflect.
Tis shameful if I have been so tricked...I fear there shall be no bright sky or fluffy white clouds in the world e'er again.
BLACK KNIGHT: WHERE HAST THOU RUN TO? Art thou true or forsworn? Gallant or Knave? Chivalrous knight or Black Cur? Was it all a deceit, then? Is my lady sister correct? Were you only here to sample the fruits and leave again for another? Fie! I shall not believe til I have heard it from thine own lips. (sighs, reflecting on those lips...)
Oh I shall be very very very very distraught if you do not come soon! (hazel eyes flashing, she starts methodically sharpening the Blade of (purple) roses)
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