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[tricksterking]

*He has not made an entrance, because technically one has to have just arrived. But he has been here for quite some time. No, you did not see him there. He was in the dark corner. Or perhaps he was on the ceiling? Or against a far wall. Maybe he was the wall. Oh, look. There he is now. He has decided to grace all with his presence, finally. With

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[goddess_irene]

My King. *greets him and, because they are alone, smiles at him* You look like a landless servant. What have you been doing? *automatically assumes he has been up to mischief*

[tricksterking]

I thought I am a landless servant? *looks incredulous and thus, ever the more guilty*

[goddess_irene]

If you were a landless servant you would not have a crown on your head nor would I be calling you my King. Never mind that closet full of fine clothing. *pretending to be annoyed with him* *just to keep up appearances, of course*

[tricksterking]

Do forgive me for speaking idly against Highness's word, but, beg pardon; if I were a landless servant, I would indeed have a crown on my head, and I am sure I could find a way to be dubbed your King. *Smiles humbly, for but sheer coincidence, before becoming Attolia's King, he recalls have stolen the royal crown once*

I hate fine clothing.

[goddess_irene]

The point is that you are not. *snaps, realizing that, more than likely, he just wants to get a rise out of her* *and it's working, damn him*

I've noticed.

[tricksterking]

Truly, what is its purpose? *scratches arm stub irritably*

[goddess_irene]

Fine clothing? Really, My King, you grew up in a court. You should know. They are a status symbol, a visual display of power and wealth. And it is expected of you as king. *so there!*

[tricksterking]

.....Yes, and? *blinks vapidly*

[goddess_irene]

*stares back at him* ... You want me to shout at you, don't you?