[center][h1]Nadalena Kofenstein[/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[sup] Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
Nadalena was going through her mind how long it had been [i]exactly[/i] since the two royals had occupied the same social gathering. It was certainly a decent amount of time; though it was unsurprising it had been relatively long ago considering Nadalena’s disdain for certain groups of people and interacting with them despite never showing her true nature to her schoolmates and peers. The polite (and open) gesture of inviting Nadalena to a tournament in Nordland was something she chose not to dismiss, though the truth of the matter was that she never really cared for spectacles and tourneys. She kept eye contact with Seyrun as she replied to the inquiry.

[color=8E7C8D]“It has been some time, I suppose. There was the royal visit to Nordland last year—though I suppose formalities are different than informal gatherings. We could count last year’s celebrations that were held before our senior classmates headed off to university proper, perhaps?”[/color] The raven-haired girl mused.