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( eyebrows raising in surprise. what was this? a forfeit of sorts? had she been called for an attempt at peace? no, that would be too good to be true. )
"i must be confused, bishop."
( rare, from the she-devil of conquest. her own hands fold behind her back, standing stoic - -
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┆ 𝐂𝐎𝐍 ┈ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 . ┆
Folding just behind her lower back with a certain sense of impatience. Or was it restraint ?
" You may rejoice now. "
