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Amy's smile, as she comes into the bar this evening, is radiant, but it's not directed at the bar in general. It is, instead, focused on the very small person in her arms.
His Royal Highness, the heir to the throne of Ambergeldar (an untidy fuzz of light brown hair emerging from a bundle of blankets, blinking dark blue eyes at the ceiling) is one month old today.
His mother thinks it's high time, then, to take him visiting.
His Royal Highness, the heir to the throne of Ambergeldar (an untidy fuzz of light brown hair emerging from a bundle of blankets, blinking dark blue eyes at the ceiling) is one month old today.
His mother thinks it's high time, then, to take him visiting.