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A child failed in Ke-Waihu. Again, in Serthica.

Here, young Princess Cle-Florens, convinced of duty as sacrifice. We cannot abandon.

Elsewise: beware the Wards, the Gut's Bind. Death wanders.

If you have come possessed or hell-tainted, speak.

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We can remain married.

Already dissolved.

Huh.

So anyway, Deimar is unmarried, is he not?

Hasten.

You must fit his marriage before your following wedding day. Ready your reds.

Working on a proposal for Haiva too. Big event!

( Well then. )

Master Wei pivots swiftly.

I shall pay silver to his dowry.

You'd be paying me my own silver.

( This delightful, wilful, shameless son of a brilliant mother. )

Marry me instead.

( He loves you, Lan Zhan. )

You make a convincing argument.

Proposal accepted. When do we wed?

( What argume — )

Come sundown. Red suits you.

( exactly )

I'd like to see you in it while awake, for once.

An approximation. Done.

( colour him highly intrigued. )

With the sunset.

( He will stitch together every red rag of Alem, then drag it with them in his qiankun purse. )

Less than Wei Ying deserves. But there are aged mantles.

( Read: half holes. )

( devoured by time and moths, no doubt. but. )

It will be as fine as lace in my eyes, for who wears it, and why.

You honour me.

Heart of my heart, twin of my soul. We honour each other.

Ah. Sweet nothings. Wei Ying must want something.

To see you in reds, I did say!

I merely teased. Recognise it.

Hah! You got me, I'm going to have to learn your teasing in writing. You sly, sly man!

...gratitude.

( totally are getting interrupted before sunset with the Next Happening, but look. They Tried. )

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