[After the cup is filled she cradles it in her hands while resting them in her lap — just shy of the dagger. Edelgard's gaze lifts to the sky to see if she can recognize any constellations, but with a quick glance that doesn't seem to be the case.]
It wasn't entirely his fault. The man had an unfortunately dour face.
[Yet she cherishes him anyway. Perhaps one day that perpetual frown of a man will find someone who makes him smile.]
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It wasn't entirely his fault. The man had an unfortunately dour face.
[Yet she cherishes him anyway. Perhaps one day that perpetual frown of a man will find someone who makes him smile.]
Did you enjoy your role?