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My liege, I have heard tell of your mother's passing. My deepest condolences.
Your words are appreciated, but worry not for me. Loathe as I am to see her part with us, she battled this illness for much of her life and I am grateful to see her spared the pain.
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Ah! Y-Your Highness, I did not expect to see you at such an hour!
Forgive me for asking if it isn't my place, but... Should we prepare for a coronation in the coming days? You are king, now.
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The Queen will sire DoomHis Crowning act a grievous CrimeThe Son shall swallow the MoonAnd you will not reach the Stars in TimeFor our End will come too SoonAnd the Isles will not escape the RimeThe Twiceborn Hope yet looms,The Agent Armed with Real and Rhyme,and Last of Spring seek truthStolen from old Heroes mindsWithin they find the BoonSalvation for your World and Mine
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There is wisdom in that, but grief does not abate so easily. The nation mourns their Queen.
Dearest apologies for startling you, Miss Aletta. My mind wanders at such a time, and my feet seem to follow.
I should think so, but only in the most perfunctory sense. This is no occasion to celebrate, after all, but to grieve our loss.
Speaking of such, would you mind if I had a moment to myself in this room?

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