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He coughed nervously. Last time he had seen Milo, he'd not made the best of impressions in terms of his ability to handle the nobles of the city. Indeed, many of them still regarded him as an upstart oik, nevermind that he was as well educated as any of them. He bowed deeply to his monarch, somewhat of a commoner's awe at his monarch showing through at their last meeting. There were no political rivals right here at this moment, after all.
"An excellent opportunity indeed, your Royal Highness. I felt that the matters I had written to you about could not wait, and I have the Lady Agaravovna's permission to continue." He paused, bit his lip, and nodded to the lord Tierney politely. "The city is a demanding mistress, and she is demanding more than Her Excellency Juliara is able to provide."
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