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Jin stared blankly, probably impolitely, at Prince Droka for several seconds before she recovered. How brutal, how terrible would it be to have to fight her sisters for legitimacy? Or be killed just so there was no chance of a succession war? She would probably bow out of that whole nonsense and live in the woods if that was to occur. At least he seemed to be taking things in stride – it was second nature to him, likely. Still, it was rather terrifying for her to imagine.

“Ahem.” After a moment of recovery, she smiled at him. “Thank you for telling me about your situation. The history books don’t really mention that kind of detail. While I am sorry for your loss of family, even if you did not get along, I will join you in celebrating the fact that you are now heir. Congratulations.”

What could she saw about her home kingdom? There was so much to tell, and yet… where to begin? “Well, we do a lot of mining and blacksmithing here. A lot of our exports are weapons. For all I know, your kingdom may have used one of our swords or lances. There’s also some very good hunting grounds in our kingdom. Wild elk, deer, pheasant – oh, and you can’t forget the pastries. You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted a fresh out of the oven snowberry tart in the midwinter.” Her earlier horror pushed away, her eyes started to alight as she talked about her beloved home.

Suddenly, midsentence about the finer points of the rapier exports, she stalled. “...I just realized how much I’m going to miss home once I marry.” Her gaze faltered. “If only Father would allow us more time.”