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A Lesson in Politics
Emilia crunched down on a rasher of crisp bacon and chewed while she cursed the end of her quiet week alone with Faren. Today was the day that Faren returned to his duties, and Emilia would begin training for hers- starting with a luncheon thrown in her honor to introduce her to the heads of all the guilds.While she had never been described as lazy, the idea of being thrown feet first into the coursing river of Dark Realm politics was daunting. Faren sat across the breakfast table from her, gulping his piping hot tea and swallowing mouthfuls of steaming porridge without so much as blowing on it. Being a dragon-fay with strong fire magic had it’s benefits- no measure of heat could scald his tongue. Meanwhile, Emilia had to half-drown her bowl in honey and cream before it was cool enough to
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