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You get up and through on your dress uniform you'll be expected to where for the ceremony, before you ring a bell to call a servant to your room. You wait a little while before the door opens reveling an elven maiden of about twenty summers. You curse silently. You forgot that you left you favored butler back in your fortress to keep everything running and was thus assigned another servant from the kings staff.

"You called for something my prince"? she asked without any hesitation, clearly she was a seasoned maid and after years servicing the king one little prince wasn't that much to worry about. 

"yes," you say walking over to her you scanned the maid up and down, she was about your height and was slightly thinner than you, though not by much. "I would like a cup of tea, eastern mind you, none of that swill the southern barbarians drink." You say, watching the maid for any reactions.

"Right away my lord." she says before she dashes off in the direction of the kitchen.

You wait for a minute before the maid returned with a teapot and a cup as she pours the beverage you take a moment to admire her assets, she certainly wasn't the prettiest woman that he had met, but she was far from bland. After she finished pouring the tea she set the tray down before she made her way for the exit.

[[Ask her to stay.]]

[[Ask her name.]] 

[[Let her go.]] 

[[Grab her arm.]]

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