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Time has a habit of inching onward, and married life is absolutely divine except for when it isn't, and the war is over -- mostly; there's always some business or other that keeps things afloat, always a spell that needs delivering, always a last-minute summon to the castle -- and often the only place he can use as a foolproof escape is this very place. When the door closes behind him, he rests his hand against his forehead dramatically (as ever) and makes a plaintive announcement to no one in particular and to anyone who will listen.
"Save me from the drudgery of too much work!"
His pockets are full of all sorts of odd things and there's a rogue sparkle in his eyes, but he looks every bit as comfortable here as he would anywhere... save his sister's house. He never feels welcome there.
"Save me from the drudgery of too much work!"
His pockets are full of all sorts of odd things and there's a rogue sparkle in his eyes, but he looks every bit as comfortable here as he would anywhere... save his sister's house. He never feels welcome there.