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iv. dictated
Many of you expressed a need to return home for the sake of some great purpose, as if the castle's choosing is not so arbitrary.
Or perhaps it is because we all believe our purpose great.
And, a man's home is his castle.
[ Lucrezia is lying on the snow by the duck pond, hiding from the festivities today. Her white and gold dress serves almost as a disguise, though her blue coat forming a puddle nearby does not. She watches the sky and haltingly hums a song. ]
Or perhaps it is because we all believe our purpose great.
And, a man's home is his castle.
[ Lucrezia is lying on the snow by the duck pond, hiding from the festivities today. Her white and gold dress serves almost as a disguise, though her blue coat forming a puddle nearby does not. She watches the sky and haltingly hums a song. ]

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[Not bad for a story cobbled together on the spot from various pieces of his life.]
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[ She raises her hands to the air and claps, giggling all the while. ]
If I had known sooner what a masterful storyteller you are, Gwaine.
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I am not. But to win a smile from you, I can be one and more.
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There. A smile and more.
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I believe I've a few more stories I can share.
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Do you know which you are, Gwaine? Are you the wizard, the knight or the friend?
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