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Tom is not intuned. Maria is lucid enough to know a hug is good enough for comfort.
Tom holds his arms up awkwardly as if he were attempting to decide whether or not to place a hand on her back. Someone clearing his throat at the doorway saves him from making this decision.
"Right! Maria this is-"
"Hadrian, your fiancee."
"Hadrian von Aldik, Prince of the country of Aldik, one of your suitors."
"Fiancee."
"One of the suitors that are the perfect fit for the role of husband, and I feel very comfortable with allowing a country to."
"Which is as good as fiancee."
"I don't even know if he's kidding. Good person, anyways."
They seem to address each other in good humor.
...Hadrian must be at least 17. I hope Father did not request for too many older men. I'd rather be with someone closer to my age.
"Everything alright here, then?"
"Of...of course. I had a nightmare."
"I see. Only natural, after a Raven attack. Breakfast is ready, by the way."
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