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Scyld could not help but smile as he watched Rowenna. He had played his cards right; he could see the intrigue in her face. She seemed to be enjoying herself, causing him also to relax into both the dance and the conversation.
"Did you try to discourage him so you could have your chance?" she asked him, as they drew back together. Finally, he could read her tone! Teasing, he could handle.
“Indeed,” said Scyld gravely. Then he grinned conspiratorially at her. “But, alas, Aldric does not seem to understand sarcasm.”
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