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"I'm not, really, nobility," says Iobel. "And Cricket's generally very healthy and looks it. And it's a slim chance I'd suit either - I don't want to marry the overwhelming majority of people - or that if I did I could find out on the short meeting that kind of excuse might yield."
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"It's a very slim chance. And they'd have to like me too, wouldn't they?"
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"I'd rather not have one, though. I can accomplish a lot of things that are worth accomplishing without marrying a prince who might or might not like me via elaborate subterfuge."
"I suppose it's not for everyone." He does file her candidacy for queenhood away for later, though. No drive to do it herself, would make good queen, might need to be shoved into political marriagehood.
His raven returns, says something to him in its language, and then he says, "I'm afraid I must go. Someone needs me, over there - it was a pleasure to meet you, my dear."
His raven returns, says something to him in its language, and then he says, "I'm afraid I must go. Someone needs me, over there - it was a pleasure to meet you, my dear."
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