He scoops her up and gently carries her up the stairs... Her room is warm, and the scent of rose-petals is heavenly... Dozens of candles flicker, dancing with the light of the merry fire... Mmmmmmm, my dearest, let me help you with your armour? There! Now, where were we...
Nitey-Nite, dear Prince! Sweet dreams AND happy thoughts!
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Proprietor of The Moon's Hope Inn
Conspirator...Um, I mean,
member of the Ladies Guild
Smitten by The.Relic
