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[failedingly]

[ Here is Italy running in a panic down the street. Away from various knights and guards that are trying to stop him from running out alone and entirely undefended into town. Still in a ball gown. ]

Y - You all don't hate me, right? You all don't want to kill me, right?!

[ This paranoia may or may not be due to vizier Johan's little talk with him

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[fatheredingly]

[Eh what?]

Who would want to do that to you?

[failedingly]

Everybody!

[failedingly]

...I don't know why...

[failedingly]

But that guy said so!!

[actressedingly]

Why would I hate you? You made me a princess!

[failedingly]

So you don't want to kill me?

[mistressedingly]

[Now that she has a new fan that she bought from the market, she is gladly tapping it in her hands.

Of course, she doesn't like being under the control of someone, but she figures she can suck it up for now. There wasn't even an ounce of thought in her mind about taking over the throne.]

Rest assure if anyone attempts any murder here, they will be thrown into prison. Or even executed on the spot.

[failedingly]

Ehhh?! Executed?!

[mistressedingly]

That is what one with authority does to a person who has committed a crime such as murder.

[failedingly]

B-but - I don't want to execute anybody...

[ergoedingly]

Your Highness, to what do we owe your paranoia?

[failedingly]

...I forgot his name...

[failedingly]

He said he's my visor!

[failedingly]

...I think...

[deutschedingly]

[of all the shitty places to be in they had to make him be making clocks. fucking wwi, fucking treaty of versailles fucking billions of clocks]

[deutschedingly]

[somebody at the door? /goes to open it]

[failedingly]

Deutschlaaaaaaaaaaand!!

[ FLYING TACKLE. ]

[deutschedingly]

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