“Why?” the monarch pouted. “Why do you have to be so good at your job?”
Xir advisor turned. “Hm? Would you rather I be bad at it?”
“Well if you were I’d have an excuse to keep you here within the palace walls all to myself instead of having to send you off to do diplomacy all the time.” Xe drew the advisor close, resting xir head on eir shoulder. “I’ve half a mind to do that anyway.”
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