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"I am not one for arranged marriages." Joslin spoke before her father could reply. "If your brother wishes to claim my hand he must attempt to court me like all the other suitors. I doubt he'd be any different from the others."

"Joslin, this is a King we are talking about. Not a son of a Duke or a Lord." Marcel tried to argue.

"Father, you know full well how this argument is going to go." The Princess replied bluntly.

The King turned to his wife. "Edwinna, talk some sense into her. A King is as great a match as she can even hope to get."

Edwinna shrugged. "You know how she is. She doesn't care about money or prestige. She already refused that Redguard prince that came here last year, remember?"

Marcel turned back to his daughter, but the look on her face was both determined and cold.

"Alright. Now if you'll excuse me." Joslin got up off her chair and began to walk out of the Dinning Hall. As she walked away only the sound of her heels hitting the floor was heard, even the Minstrel had stopped playing.

When she left, Marcel told the Prince. "Forgive my daughter. She is the embodiment of our sigil, a rose. Beautiful, yet full of thorns."

"Ruran, you may continue playing." The queen said and the Minstrel returned to playing his harp.

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Rob took the quill in his hand and began to write on the paper. As he was writing the letter he looked up at Doraleous. "Mind if I ask for a favor?"