human
Lilia:  “Putting that aside, I thought you’d be more relaxed once you were engaged, Lady Tinasha. That doesn’t seem to be so.”
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Tinasha:  “Pff—” Tinasha choked on her drink and coughed violently.
human
Lilia:  “Before getting engaged, you were so bothered by the question of it and fretted endlessly. Yet now you’re in such an exhilarated state that you can’t calm down. I’ve seen you smiling to yourself over nothing, pacing around, and flailing in bed.”
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Tinasha:  “Y-you’re wrong about all that!” Tinasha protested, slamming her hands on the desk and jumping to her feet. Snatching up her teacup, she held it as she began to pace around the study. “The w-wedding won’t be for another year… And it counts as a political union, too, you know.” As she conjured excuses no one had asked for, a rosy hue colored her cheeks. She stopped in her tracks, gazing down at her reflection on the surface of the tea in her cup. “It’s true that I… l-love him, yes…” The words were nearly inaudible, and Tinasha went scarlet. Her smile was shy, though she was overflowing with happiness. The picture she painted, beaming with joy in the throes of her first love, made her nothing more than a girl full of anticipation for her own wedding. Seeing his lady like this caused Renart to grin.
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Lilia:  Only shrugged. “You’re like this all the time in your chambers now. Why don’t you just go marry him already?”
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Tinasha:  “I have work to do, thank you!” Tinasha snapped tartly, draining her cup before marching back to her desk.
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Renart:  Hiding his smile, Renart placed a new set of papers on the desk. “All right, please look these over.” He launched into an explanation of the most pressing issues for the queen to handle. Tinasha had to take care of her usual duties that were separate from setting up the new system. Legis had aided with some of these tasks in the past, but she tended to deal with almost all of them herself. However, when Tinasha settled problems, she was frequently told there was no precedent for her resolution method. Thus, she had to show some manner of restraint. Any resentment she incurred would negatively affect the switch to the new government. This wasn’t the Dark Age, where citizens submitted to absolute power. Renart finished his explanation and then placed another three pages on the desk. “These are about an inspection of that academy in the town of Latuchet, which is scheduled for three days from now.”
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Tinasha:  “Oh, the Academy of Magic. I’ve been a little curious about that,” Tinasha replied, scanning the papers.