In a way, he had dreaded his return to Verdimond. Yes, the country was beautiful, but he remembered (and remembered very well) the treatment he'd gotten last time. The last Ambassador assigned had been a Lord's younger son and had grown much more used to people simply giving way to his suggestions. His failure had become very known
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Aria started at the voice, scrambling to his feet immediately and preparing to hurry inside. Then he saw the man who had spoken, the clothes he was wearing, and a memory of a foreign stranger came to mind
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His condition sickened Kithaniel and, for his own sensibility, he couldn't bear to look directly at him. He hoped that the downturn of his eyes could be perceived as respectful instead of pitying. "Yes," he answered. "I arrived this morn and couldn't believe what I was told of your absence. While many are content to speak of you in whispers, none of their words have the ring of truth
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Aria couldn't look at him, his cheeks were flushed with embarassment, the shame causing him to want nothing more than to run away somewhere dark and sob until he died. But he had to swallow such desires and instead stood still. "You may speak with me if you truly wish, sir, but my master does not allow anyone inside without paying a fee." he swallowed, "You shouldn't be here, sir, it is not the kind of establishment for a gentleman of your standing to be witnessed to have frequented."
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"You may speak with me if you truly wish, sir, but my master does not allow anyone inside without paying a fee." he swallowed, "You shouldn't be here, sir, it is not the kind of establishment for a gentleman of your standing to be witnessed to have frequented."
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