[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[In your time, this room was empty. The Queen's Suite, saved like the rest of this place for a time when Tristan might want to marry. A symbol, in its emptiness, of the tyrant empress of a mother he'd sent away. But now it's a lived-in, pretty room, though it carries a certain feeling of sadness. Near the doorway to the outside, looking through the window, is a beautiful woman you don't know.]
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[ But he's not going to go through it, stepping back. ]
I'm going to have a look around, but there's a chance I'll be back. Take care of yourself in the mean time.
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[He won't stop you, anyway.]
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[ And yet, he will approach her anyway. ]
Hello.
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Hello Jupiter.
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... are you well?
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Is there something I can do for you?
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[She considers, glancing around the room. She doesn't look genuinely hopeful, but she looks as if she's trying to at least find something.]
I suppose it is a bit untidy in here. Although, this is a realm not much inclined to change.
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[ So he'll do just that, not shy of getting a little dirty. Just gently rearranging things, putting things back in drawers, etc ]