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[center][color=gold]Interaction:[/color] [@Remram] Magnus [@Chrys] Amira 
[color=gold]Witnesses:[/color] [@Potter] Elena [@HylianRose] Nora [/center]

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A servant approached before anyone could properly acknowledge [color=#35A8F0]Magnus[/color], or before Emil could answer the question left hanging between them. He was dressed neatly in palace servant’s attire, his posture stiff . In his gloved hands was a dramatic bouquet of roses, the blooms arranged in a dark, elegant spray of midnight blue and black, softened by pretty white filler flowers and tied with a deep blue ribbon. 

He stopped before [color=#00AEEF]Amira[/color] and extended the bouquet with a respectful bow. [color=gold]“For you, madam. Magnus sends his regards.”[/color] The words were delivered plainly, almost too quickly, and once the flowers had passed into her hands, the servant dipped his head again and slipped away through the crowd with haste, moving much too quickly to answer any questions about who had sent him or why.

Little did [color=#00AEEF]Amira[/color] and [color=#35A8F0]Magnus[/color] know, there had indeed been flowers from a Mr. Magnus Brooks expected that evening — only those flowers had been meant to reach his wife, Henrietta.