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conversations.value:  An attendant came to fetch us. We walked down the palace corridor, stepping carefully on the plush red carpet. Claire walked with ease, despite her long-hemmed dress and high heels. Before long, we came to a ceremonial set of doors. "I present Claire François and Rae Taylor!" The attendant announced our names as the intricately embellished door swung open. The man bowed to us, and Claire and I stepped into the room, keeping our heads down. Before us on the throne sat King l’Ausseil and his queen, Riche, flanked on either side by guards and soldiers. The attendant who’d escorted us approached the throne and then dropped to his knees, bowing deeply.
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conversations.value:  Claire had grilled me on the necessary etiquette the night before, so I supposed I could give the “ve-Rae nice to meet you” joke a rest, just this once.
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conversations.value:  "Let me see your faces." His Majesty’s heavy voice resounded through the room, giving us permission to look upon him and the Queen. King l’Ausseil had black hair and black eyes. He reminded me of Rod, though not as vivacious, of course. His posture and presence brought to mind the kings you saw in a deck of cards, but more beautiful still. The crown upon his head glistened. Queen Riche, meanwhile, had golden hair and blue eyes, good looks she had clearly passed to Yu. Her long hair was pulled back and the silver tiara on her head shone bright. She was covering her mouth with a fan, so I couldn’t read her facial expression. "I am told you took the lead in resolving a series of incidents at the Royal Academy."
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conversations.value:  "You have done well."
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conversations.value:  We lowered our eyes again at his words of appreciation.
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