Looking back, I've been a busy little bee here lately!
Bizarre, frustrating, and annoying “games” played against me by strange Nobles who don't even know me - 1 (At least. Who can tell?)
Nobles nearly getting themselves punched by myself and/or others - 2
Battles fought in humiliatingly disgraceful, yet curiously attractive, outfits - 2
Times asked to
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Second, you step on Amber soil, you are subject to the King's Laws regardless of your nationality. If you choose to slander the King in public and you let everyone know by, say, posting a big yellow post-it note on your forehead that you're doing it, there may be recompense. As I said above, my response would have been different and I certainly was not consulted, but if you make the universal sign of bring it, you can't then just puff yourself up and announce you are the documentless Minos Ambassador who forgot to present herself at Court and No Touchy when someone actually brings it.
You may also want to keep in mind that you will be a formal subject of Amber and subject to the full weight of its laws upon marrying the heir to Chantris. You will be under considerably more scrutiny of the law then as a private lower class subject, in fact. If you reject the Government of Amber, please remember that you are attempting to /become/ the Government of Amber.
But this is a conversation to have outside of poor Molly's LJ and I apologize to Molly for mucking it up with spam.
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Molly has a big bucket of popcorn and is happily watching the sparks fly. Especially since the Boss seems to have distracted the force of your ire from me for the moment.
Besides, one more comment after mine, and this LJ sucker breaks the 50-post-mark!
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It was a song in praise of a good military leader. Of actions done against a common enemy by the name of The Black Road. It was a song to spur people to further action. To uplift those that were fighting the good fight and, in passing, frown upon those that sit around and do nothing while there's something out there trying to eat our world up like a lovely three-course meal.
People were informed of Station. Documents were had, though deemed insufficient in certain eyes. Admiral of the Fleet was considered to be enough by those that sent said fleet. Paperwork was corrected. I never declared myself No Touchy. The beating was taken. Rage happened, but was not acted on. Admittedly, comments implying anything other are a tiny bit insulting.
One day, yes. I will be a formal subject of Amber. Until then, I am a Sea Queen and sister to one of the Commodores of Minos.
But yes. A conversation for another place.
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