Vishin bows his head, but keeps his eyes upon Marrina. "Of course, Princess Marrina. His majesty will be no doubt delighted that you are here where you belong."
He turns and strides off. Draconia's first prospect may have failed, but there are others yet. None are permitted to see him sweat, least of all a noble lowering themselves to cavort with a surface dweller.
At Vishin's orders, a cadre of guards arrives to escort Marrina to her father.
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