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Arlyth swallowed, and bowed deeply, far deeper then was required; deeper then a servant would bow. He seemed to be doing that a lot around his cousins, Alae noticed, and around his aunt. She also realised how afraid of them he must be... "My thanks, my lady. I.. I owe you my life..." the young elf entered the room, his eyes slightly wild. "What...what did she mean?" he was obviously refering to Alliene and to 'golden one'; and Alae realised in an instant that he did not know of the bad blood between her and his father... "What did I do?" he asked at once, both confused and miserable. Alae suspected that he would not have questioned her like this, had he not been so shaken. He was terrified.
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