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xEmilie Margret Rampston
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i. emilie ii. female iii. twenty iv. 5'5 v. 135pds vi. feeling; irritated
tags; lauraline
"she has stick fingers, m'lady. swiping food from the markets." the guards explained as they walked beside the princess. it was time for emilie to learn how the justice system worked so that when her time came to be queen, she knew what she would be facing. fixing the shawl on her shoulders, emilie sighed, "did she explain her motives?" the princess asked, the guards laughing. "not to be ignorant, m'lady, her motives do not matter. she stole and that's all that's to it." emilie gave a gruff look to the guard to her left, shaking her head. "i asked if she explained her motive, not your opinion on the matter." she said, sharply, the guard frowning. he apologized but emilie could tell it wasn't meaningful. "i will go alone. you two will intimidate her and i need to get as much information as i can. you may wait outside and i will call for you if your assistance is needed." she explained, the guards nodding their heads in understanding. emilie continued to walk, closing the door behind her, her black heels clicking on the stone floor. as she rounded the corner, a red headed woman came into her view. emilie stood, looking her up and down. "i want to formally apologize for my guards actions and words if they have harmed you physically or mentally. they're not very compassionate." she explained, crossing her arms in front of her awaiting the woman's response.
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