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Sylvia:  After the trio headed to the lounge to continue their conversation, Sylvia launched into the details of the garden party. Her eyes were dancing, and there wasn’t a shred of ill intention in her as she sipped her tea. “So then it became a chance for the merchants’ daughters, who came along to assist their parents, to catch the eyes of noblemen. And remember, our last queen was a commoner herself.”
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Doan:  “All of this is just the townsfolk getting themselves all worked up,” added Doan, looking resigned. Ordinarily, he didn’t like to get himself involved in any sticky disagreements, and he could sense that this was going to put Tinasha in a bad mood. Based on her behavior, it was a reasonable fear. Still, Tinasha was about to take the Tuldarr throne and possessed good judgment.
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Tinasha:  As Tinasha savored the aroma wafting from her teacup, she asked, “The king first fell in love with Oscar’s mother at one of these parties?”
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Doan:  “No, I believe he brought her back to the castle with him one day. He met her after sneaking out for some fun,” Doan replied.
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Tinasha:  “Sneaking out… Like father, like son…”
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Sylvia:  “As I recall, her family was opposed to the union, so her origins remained a secret. No one from the late queen’s family attended her funeral,” Sylvia said.
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Tinasha:  “Hmm…” Tinasha had a feeling that even Oscar didn’t know the whole story. His mother had been the one to bring the very orb that took him back in time into Farsas.