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Narration:  The sword slaves of Ginonhive had rebelled and were demanding to be freed from the island. All the spectators who had come to Ginonhive to celebrate the enthronement of the new emperor had been taken as hostages. That was the plan anyway, explained the pretty boy who appeared to be the leader of this armed rebellion. Priscilla Pendleton, posing as Serena Delacroix, narrowed her crimson eyes. She was a girl of just twelve years old, but the glint in her stare, the hard edge of knowledge and cruelty, was enough to convince everyone that she was the esteemed high countess. No one in the room dared to doubt her claim. Of course, if they ever figured out the truth, Priscilla’s life would be forfeit, along with that of her husband Jorah, who had accompanied her…
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Priscilla:  “Independence for the sword-slave island? Exactly the sort of myopic dream I would expect of people who live tiny lives on a cramped rock in a lake. Not surprising. Not interesting. A true waste of time.” Priscilla sniffed.
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Jorah:  “Oh—,” Jorah interjected, pale.
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Pretty Boy:  “Heh-heh!” He laughed as if the entire thing was very funny to him. “You do have a way with words. A ruthless way. I’m not upset… Although, I’m not sure I can speak for everyone here.”
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Priscilla:  “As if I care what mindless incompetents make of my words. Clearly, you gave them a pretty speech or two, and it was enough to have them eating out of your hand.”
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Pretty Boy:  "Well! Did I say something strange?”
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Priscilla:  “I should say so. You seem like one of the less stupid people here, which means you ought to appreciate that the chances of achieving independence for this island and freedom for the sword slaves are exactly zero.”
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Pretty Boy:  The boy shrugged, but he didn’t so much as flinch at Priscilla’s pronouncement.
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Ruffian:  “Hey, what’s this about?” one of them demanded. “You said that if we took the high countess here hostage, those bastards in the capital would—”
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Priscilla:  “Listen to you? You live in Volakia. Surely, you know that ridiculous saying: Citizens of the empire, be strong. Would a high countess who got back to the capital by fearing for her life be strong? And what about you, who have taken hostages in hopes of gaining an edge in negotiations? Are you strong?”
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Priscilla:  “I can tell you what the capital’s response will be.