AN: Hello everyone! Thank you all for reading my story thus far. It really means a lot to me that you all are sticking with me. And thank you all for the kind words and reviews you have left: Mario Guiterrez, Maxis the Mercenary, OccasionallyCompetent, kirito emiya, thatguyftw, DD360, anoniemousse, StrikR, and all the Guest reveiwers!
Good news—there was a new alt of Veronica released in FEH recently for Spring 2019 of her in a bunny suit, and guess what: I got her to +1 with a boon in Speed! Aaaaaaaa I'm so happy! I love her so much! She's so cute and adorable and even says "uwu" when she attacks! If you play FEH and have orbs, I highly recommend getting her. She's a pretty strong green tome flyer and is still on-banner for a few more days.
I pulled my first Velouria (a pity breaker), followed by my first Veronica, then a Bruno, and then a second Veronica with a Spd boon in just over 250 orbs! I'm so happy and I wuv her!
I haven't yet quite figured out how to implement Brave or Spring Veronica. I'm still thinking about what, if anything, I want to do with them.
With that said, let us continue with the story!
"What's With This Sassy…Lonely Princess?"
Chapter 3: "Mine heart was not yielded,/But conquered merely."
- Cleopatra, William Shakespeare's Antony & Cleopatra, Act 3, Scene 13
(In the first month of Kiran's summoning to Askr)
Kiran found himself staring down the tip of a familiar greatsword which glowed with a contemptuous crimson light pointed right at his face.
"So…Xander," the Summoner sneered, twisting his face. "We meet again. How lovely." The dryness in his voice belied any actual joy at seeing the royal knight again, astride his pitch-black charger.
The Crown Prince of Nohr scoffed, turning his lip up at the other man. "So, you have come to battle us? This will be the second time you face my blade, you womanizing fool."
A voice from the distance cried out—"Hey! I resemble that remark!"— but neither of the two men paid it any mind.
"You ought to know well enough that you stand no chance against us," Kiran spat angrily. Even the mere presence of the blonde prince seemed to cause him intense irritation, and his barbs didn't help either—he was a rather shy individual by nature, and it took everything he had just to talk to Veronica the way he did. "Stand down now or prepare to be defeated once again, Xander."
The royal horseman scowled at him. "We are all bound by a contract with Princess Veronica. And yet I am also bound in another way—by the deep loneliness I see in her eyes."
"You…" Kiran growled as a hot flash of jealousy seared through him.
"She reminds me of one of my siblings," Xander continued, not hearing him, "who was once held captive in a joyless fortress. Perhaps you can understand why I could never oppose her. Or perhaps you cannot. Either way, it's time that my family and I put an end to you. Camilla, Leo, and Elise—we battle now!"
At his words, a voluptuous female wyvern-knight with lavender-coloured hair wielding an axe shot into the air on her mount, followed below by two young blondes—one boy and one girl—on horses like their brother.
"Yeah, well screw you too, my dude," Kiran muttered, as he gave the order for his own forces to attack. "That sibling of yours is on my side. But you don't even care. You filthy hypocrite."
Tiki surged into the air from behind him, already in her dragon form, going for the throat of the enemy wyvern, its rider's axeblows glancing off her thick draconic hide. Lucina's spear thrust forth towards Xander, driving him back, as Lyn's arrows flew through the air, too fast for him to deflect. They landed a few good hits on him until the blonde boy's spellbook mired her and her mare in place, slowing their advance to a crawl. Ninian danced behind her to help her move again, out of range of the enemy.
The girl with the large blonde twintails healed Xander with her staff, sending him back towards them, blade pulsing a hateful red as it swung through the air before being blocked by Lucina, who was nonetheless pushed backwards by the added momentum of the horse he rode. Xander turned and brought his steed back around for another attack, but this time the once and future princess was prepared. Standing her ground, she waited for the last second before dodging the Nohrian prince's charge and piercing his side with the blade of her lance, causing him to disengage.
"Good work, Lucina!" Kiran yelled. "Give it to him!" he grinned savagely. From up above, Tiki let up in her chase just long enough for the wyvern knight to quickly retreat, both mount and mistress singed and bleeding. As he surveyed the field of battle, Kiran realized that his own troops were just barely better off and held up his hand to stop their advance.
"You have more talent than I thought," Xander groaned, clutching his side as his youngest sister frantically wove his flesh back together with her healing magic. "But now my family and I know what you can will never survive the battles next to come—each of us, with our loyal retainers at our side!" At this, the four royals split up and retreated in different directions.
"Damnit!" Kiran swore to himself as his Heroes gathered around him. "We've gotta keep them from linking back up with reinforcements. The five of them chased into the woods behind the fleeing royals, attempting to crush their opposition and free them from their contracts, though for Kiran, this whole ordeal had become somewhat personal as soon as he saw Xander on the enemy side. Inside of Kiran, a dark little voice whispered poisonous words enticing him to destroy the prince that dared to stand where he so wished he himself could.
Unfortunately for Kiran, the Crown Prince of Nohr was the last of the four royals they found. He and his Heroes had to fight through his three other siblings, freeing them from their contracts, to get to this point, leaving them more than a little tired, and Kiran was regretting not having a healer he could rely upon.
This, however, had given Xander enough time to link back up with his retainers—a lithe swordsman wielding a gleaming Silver blade wearing a doubloon and a female lancer atop a horse, hair a strange dual tone of pink and blue—as well as a small detachment of Nohrian soldiers.
"How intriguing. You managed to battle your way to me," remarked the crown prince. "Princess Veronica said that the Order of Heroes had the advantage of a legendary summoner. Clearly, that is true. Still, we'll put a stop to you now. Laslow? Peri? Let's show them that we will not fall to their force."
With a wicked and bloodthirsty cry, the female retainer…Peri charged forward, heedless of any potential threats, lance gleaming bright with magic. Unfortunately, she managed to catch Kiran and the heroes off-guard, enabling her to catch Tiki with a powerful blow just as she finished transforming. Peri rode off and circled back around, followed by Xander and an axe-wielding horseman, but this time, Kiran's team was ready. Lucina pulled Tiki back from Peri's lance before knocking her off her steed as Lyn pinned her to the ground with her arrows. She then let loose towards Xander, who barely managed to block the arrows in time with Siegfried as he approached. The crown prince and the axe-wielder both converged on the transformed manakete at the same time, but with her training in the Vantage skill, she was able to obliterate them both with a powerfully-charged burst of draconic flames, sending both riders to the ground with a thud, armour smoking.
Five sets of eyes swiveled to look at the last Nohrian fighter, the aforementioned Laslow, who wore a panicked expression on his face as sweat ran down his back at seeing his liege and comrades get so easily demolished.
"There's no chance we could resolve this peacefully, now is there?" he asked nervously.
Without a single word, they walked towards the paralyzed swordsman. As they got closer, however, Kiran, Lucina, and Tiki noticed something off about this swordsman. Despite the thick, bulky arming doublet he wore, his frame was clearly slim and agile, albeit still muscular, much more akin to that of a dancer than a mercenary or soldier. As they got close enough to see his face, however, the three of them stopped in their tracks, wide-eyed, mirroring his own expression. "What is it, Kiran?" Lyn asked, arrow trained on the solitary fighter should he choose to attack.
"Is that…" Kiran began.
"It couldn't be…" Tiki murmured.
"…Inigo?" Lucina asked hesitantly.
"L-Lucina? Miss Tiki?" the swordsman asked incredulously. "Also, wow, aren't you both a sight for sore eyes," he added with a saucy wink.
"Wh-what are you doing here, Inigo?" Lucina asked with a deadpan, already over her one-time comrade's quirks despite not having seen him in so long.
"Your parents have been most worried about you," chided Tiki.
"Mom and Pops…how are they?" he asked, genuine concern breaking across his face.
"They are doing fine. The two of them are actually back in Askr right now. But you still haven't answered my question, Inigo," Lucina said sternly.
"Askr, huh? That's the place where Prince Xander was, right? And, well. It's a long story. One I'm not at full liberty to tell. But I'm guessing you saw Owain and Sevvy, right? To cut things short, we wound up in Nohr—yes that Nohr! Who knew it was real!— and found ourselves becoming the retainers to Prince Xander and his family. And I go by Laslow here."
"You all looked like you were having so much fun. Like you've been a part of this world since forever. Haven't you even thought about us once?" the princess of Ylisse asked sadly.
"We have! That's all we can talk about when we're alone. I've missed everyone. Mom, Pops…and especially you, Luci," Laslow answered, his old tone leaking back into his words. "Mm…You're looking quite good in that armour. You've really grown up since I've been gone, eh?" he asked the increasingly reddening princess, wiggling his eyebrows salaciously as he stared at her chest. "Or is that just the armou—oof!"
Lucina swung her lance up, catching Laslow in the side of the head with the butt of it and knocking him out. Her four teammates turned to look at her with surprise, causing her already red face began to colour even further, until it resembled a ripe tomato.
"It's alright dear," Tiki said soothingly as she patted her friend on the head. "You're still beautiful regardless of what these silly boys say."
"That's right Lucina. Don't let it get you down," Kiran added, patting her on the shoulder.
"Let what get me down!?" Lucina cried, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Th-that's right, Princess Lucina. S-size doesn't matter all that much," stuttered Ninian, face equally as red.
"And anyways," Lyn began, "it's not like having big breasts helps all that much on the battlefield. In fact, I sometimes think how much easier it would be to draw Mulagir if mine were—"
Any other words that might have been said were cut off by an embarrassed wail from Lucina as she buried her face in her hands, face red all the way to the tips of her ears.
Deciding they had teased Lucina enough, Kiran clapped his hands and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Good job today, ladies. Another world saved. I think it's time we head back."
The clanking of metal from behind them alerted the group almost immediately, and they formed a circle around the Summoner, arms at the ready. They saw Xander slowly begin to stand up again, leaning on his blade for support.
"Y-you fought well," he coughed. Groaning, Xander held his side as he stood up again. "I admit defeat. This means that the contract that binds us is now broken." He whistled for his horse, which came back soon. "Those of my world are no longer compelled to fight you—or to invade the Askran Kingdom." The Crown Prince of Nohr mounted his steed, still bleeding from his wound on the side and hunched over in pain. He took a raspy breath to fill his lungs before sitting up straight once again. "But I choose to stay at the side of Princess Veronica," he said, staring Kiran dead in the eye. "Next time we meet, I will defeat you." The injured prince rode off into the distance, leaving behind the slowly awakening forms of his solders and servants.
Kiran spat on the ground in the direction of the retreating prince as Anna, along with Alfonse and Sharena, joined the rest of them after defeating the Nohrian regulars.
"How can a Hero like Xander choose to stay loyal to Veronica and the Emblian Empire?" asked the Commander, a confused grimace on her face.
"I can think of more than a few reasons," Kiran answered sourly. Xander's parting words still stoked the flames of his jealousy, and though he did not begrudge the Askrians for summoning him and even agreed with the righteousness of their aim of protecting their homeland, a small part of him wished that he had instead been called upon by the Empire of Embla and its princess. Oh, how he longed to be the one at Veronica's side, sharing in her joys and sorrows. That prince already had a family and a kingdom of his own that loved and adored him. What reason could he have to abdicate all that love and responsibility for the sake of a foreign princess that had, in the beginning, pressed him into her service through force? Only one real possibility came to the Summoner's mind, and it only caused his mood to darken further.
Alfonse looked strangely at him for a second before closing his eyes, a troubled expression on his face. "There are Heroes who help the people of our world by their own free will," he said, before looking cooly at Kiran. "There is something about you that wins over Heroes very quickly, Kiran. But it's highly unusual and happens only rarely."
"Two of my best friends are Heroes! That's why they stay with us. I only wish I had more friends like them." the sunny princess said.
The two royal siblings then broke into what seemed like a fairly regular point of argument between the two of them until Commander Anna shut it down before it could get out of hand.
"Let's speak of it no more. We should make our way back to the castle. Surely there's another mission that we need to prepare for."
After helping the now free Nohrian royals to recover from the battle, all the members of the Order made their way towards the doorway between worlds that would take them back to the Kingdom of Askr, hearts joyous at their success. All of them, that is, save one. Kiran was left to ruminate on his distance that lay between him and the princess of Embla, both in terms of the land that separated them but also how far away her heart still lay from his. He trudged back sullenly with turmoil in his breast, though upon his face, he wore a placid smile so as to not bother his comrades.
•
(In the Imperial Palace, Embla)
Princess Veronica sat on her balcony, watching the setting sun as it cast the sky a deep, bloody red. Languidly, she sipped a cup of tea as her handmaid, Leticia, stood behind her.
She had sent Xander off several hours ago to defend the Heroes of his world that she had placed under her contract from the Askrians. Though she had faith in his martial prowess, the last few battles had shown her that the Askrians—or rather, their damnable Order of Heroes under that incomprehensible summoner's command—were now a force to be reckoned with, and that she should no longer hope for so easy a conquest as she had once believed.
The silver-haired princess smirked as she took another sip. As infuriating as it was to be defeated, she had to give that summoner credit for at least making things interesting for her. She supposed that it really would be too dull if she were able to take Askr from the Askrians with nary even a fight. Of course, the thought that she might fail never even entered Veronica's head. In her mind, Embla's ultimate victory and domination over all of Zenith was both justified and inevitable. It was simply a matter of when and how it would happen. Conquest was a delicious dish regardless of how it was served. That the summoner just added some bitterness and spice made it more fun to eat. She supposed that after her forces had conquered the Kingdom and deposed its royal family from their throne, she could reward him for making things interesting with his own life. She mused over the idea of keeping him alive in the palace—not as a prisoner, but a pet. After all, Veronica justified to herself, it would be a waste to just be rid of someone from a whole other world without at least hearing from him the tales and history of that place. I-it's not like she thought he was handsome and bit charming or anything.
Her cheeks turned a light pink as she tried to push thoughts of the enemy's summoner out of her mind. Off in the distance, she spied a little black speck rushing towards the palace at a breakneck speed. As it drew closer, the blur resolved itself into a black-armoured man with blonde hair atop a midnight-black charger.
"Xander!" she exclaimed, setting down her cup. Surely he must be here to give her the news of he crushed the Askrian dogs! But…something was wrong. Why was he clutching his side like that? And why did he look like he was about to fall of his—
"Xander!" she cried, watching as he toppled off the stallion upon coming to a halt outside the palace gates. The groomsmen below quickly picked him up and carried him into the palace. Not long after, however, worried cries rang out from the hallway outside the princess' salon as the door flew open, revealing the Crown Prince of Nohr, face pale and bleeding from his side.
"Princess," he grunted, bowing stiffly.
"Xander, you're—what happened? We won, right? Why are you so badly hurt?"
The prince shook his head. "I'm sorry, Princess…w-we lost. They beat us. I don't think we ever even stood a chance," he said, swaying.
"What?! But then—you should be free from the contract! Why are you still here?" the princess cried disbelievingly. Never before had any of the Heroes she had placed under her contract returned to her after being freed. And there was no reason why Xander should have been any different from the rest of them.
"I couldn't…" he coughed, pain racking his body as he fell to his knees.
"Xander!" Veronica cried out. She was…worried? She had never felt worried for anyone save her brother. What…what was this? Why did she feel worry for this Hero?
The men who had followed him trying to stop him from walking around ran forwards to help him stand up but he waved them off.
"I couldn't just leave you alone," the prince rasped out. "You remind me too much of someone precious to me—someone who was just as lonely as you."
"Wh-what? I'm not…" Veronica protested weakly. "More importantly, y-you need to get to the infirmary! Take him to the healers right away!"
Too tired and weakened to fend them off any longer, Xander let himself give in to the grooms' help and was carried off to be taken care of.
Leticia's eyes widened at Xander's words. So she wasn't imagining it after all. If someone else, someone like him were able to see it as well…then perhaps she wasn't wrong. Her lady truly was lonely. A bitter-sweet swell of sympathy arose in her heart and she resolved herself to treat her lady as kindly as possible within the bounds of propriety.
The two women stood in silence for a long while, staring at the door through which the foreign prince was carried out. The wind blew, rustling their hair. The sun sank lower in the skies, now only halfway seen above the earth.
Leticia opened her mouth to speak. Her voice came soft and unsure. "Milady…if I might be so bold as to speak?"
Veronica turned to look at her, staring soundlessly into her eyes until she looked away. Surprisingly, the princess then waved her hand, giving her leave to continue.
"I—oh, well, it's just, and I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Milady, but…don't you think Sir Xander might be right—at least a little?"
"About what, Leticia?"
"About…well, about your being lonely?" she winced, closing her eyes at her own audacity. Upon hearing nothing, the princess' handmaid slowly opened up her eyes, only to see Princess Veronica with one eyebrow raised. "I-it's just something I thought I've noticed as well, over the years that I've been here. The…the other servants and even your vassals and soldiers f-fear you, Milady. A-and, well, ever since your honoured brother left—"
"What does it matter to you?" her princess cut her off, eyes narrowed.
The older of the two women instantly dropped to one knee, certain she was going to be punished—perhaps even killed by the girl the whispers of the court rats called the "Witch-Queen of Embla" and the "Second Coming of Thrasir"—wondering why she couldn't stop her mouth from running. "I meant no disrespect, Milady!" she cried aloud.
"What, then, did you mean?" the princess asked cooly.
"I just…it's—I've worked here in the Imperial Palace as your handmaid since I was but a few years younger than you are now. I-in that time…I've seen you grow up, seen what happened after the death of His Late Imperial Highness, your father…a-and, though this may be too forward of me, I have grown—grown to care for you as well!" the maid cried, bowing her head.
Veronica was taken aback at the older woman's honesty and her cheeks coloured slightly at the depths of her feelings for her, before she steeled her face and approached Leticia.
The clack of the princess' boots against the marble floor made the handmaid's stomach drop. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest even as her breath caught in her throat, threatening to suffocate her. She heard her lady stop right in front of her. The cloth of her dress fluttering gently in the wind brushed against her face and she felt the blood drain from it.
Princess Veronica placed her hand under Leticia's chin and raised her head up to meet her gaze, but the maid, frightened, would not meet her eyes.
"Leticia," she commanded. "Look at me."
The eyes of the trembling maid darted upwards before looking down again in fear.
"Leticia," the princess repeated, this time more softly. "Look at me."
The older woman finally looked up into her princess' crimson eyes, holding her gaze despite her fear.
Her princess spoke again, voice even, despite the frightful look in her eyes. "I am a princess. The princess of all of Embla. I can't…I can't be lonely. I can't be anything less than the symbol of this whole empire. Especially at a time like this, when the people need to see that there is still someone in the Imperial family who cares for her nation. For them, for us, I need to be strong." She let go of the handmaid's chin and began to walk away. As she reached for the door to exit her salon, Veronica stopped, turned her head back towards her still-bowing maid. "That said…I. Thank you, Leticia."
Leticia's head rocketed up and stared as she watched her princess leave the salon and the door swing shut. Her eyes remained glued to that door for a long while after.
•
(The Order of Heroes' castle, Askr)
Kiran sighed as he tossed and turned in his bed for the umpteenth time that night. Sleep was normally hard to come by for him as it was, but tonight it seemed like it would be particularly difficult to attain.
He threw off his covers and decided to go to the kitchens to see if he couldn't make himself a mug of hot cocoa to perhaps aid his descent into sleep. On his way back to his room, he spotted a light flickering from one of the many rooms of the castle and decided to go check it out. The fireplace was crackling, keeping the room nice and toasty. In it, curled up on a couch was Tiki, reading. Or at least, it seemed like she had been. A book was in her lap, cracked open, and glasses were on her face, while a blanket was wrapped around her. However, once he looked past the glare of the fire's light on her glasses, her eyes appeared to be closed, and the sound of light snoring issued forth from her frame.
"Tiki," Kiran said softly, gently shaking the dragoness awake. "You should get to bed. You fell asleep while reading," he chuckled.
"Oh my," she said with a yawn, rubbing her eyes. "It seems I got too comfortable while reading," Tiki added with a laugh of her own. "What are you doing up so late yourself?"
"Well, I was just heading down to the kitchens to make myself some hot chocolate in the hopes that it might help me get to sleep."
Tiki's gaze lost its bleariness and she looked at him with a ponderous expression before giving a soft smile and nodding her head. The pair walked down to the kitchens in an amicable silence after extinguishing the fire. After spending so long in battle together, they had no need for words to break any awkwardness. The manakete watched the Summoner whisk together some cocoa powder, cinnamon, and sugar into a pot of milk that he had set to boil along with a bit of dried orange peel for the scent as her mind drifted back to something she had noticed earlier today.
As the Voice of Naga, she was already quite sensitive to other's emotions, but when it came to those she considered friends, that sense of hers became even stronger. All throughout this day, after they had defeated that blonde prince who chose willingly to serve Princess Veronica even after his contract had been broken, Kiran seemed to be in a rather poor mood. His laughs and smiles never quite seemed to reach his eyes, and felt as though he were merely putting on an act for the sake of the rest of them, though she doubted the others had realized it.
She drained the last of her cup and set it down, looking directly at Kiran. "Kiran…I wish to speak to you of something."
Surprised that she had broken the silence, Kiran started, before smiling at her. "Sure, Miss Tiki. What about?"
"About you," she said simply.
"Huh? Uh…what about me?" Confusion and surprise showed clearly on his face.
"About today. You have been in a rather poor mood all day, have you not? Ever since we faced that prince earlier, a dark cloud has…seemed to settle over your heart. And on the way back home, it seemed as though you were simply putting on an act of happiness to keep us from worrying about you."
Kiran reeled back in his seat as though he had been struck, all thoughts of sleep now far from his mind as the dragon-maiden's words sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. He could have sworn that he did his best to hide his turmoil from his allies today. Not even Sharena, who was trying her best to be friends with him, had noticed. He simply gaped at her, unable to form a complete thought. "H-how did…?"
Tiki giggled lightly into her hand at the boy's expression. How adorable. "Come now, Kiran. Do you really think I wouldn't notice how my are friends feeling?"
"I—I…friends?" Kiran asked, at a loss for words.
"Yes, truly. Though it might be a bit presumptuous of me, I do feel as if known you for many lifetimes already."
"!" Whatever it was that Kiran wanted to say made a lump in his throat and came out as a muffled exclamation as his eyes began to mist up. He rubbed at them, trying to hide the tears.
Tiki laughed again, reaching out to pat his head and ruffle his hair. "Oh, you silly boy. There's no need to cry over such a thing, is there?"
"I—I'm not crying!" Kiran answered, through the hands covering his face. He took a couple of deep breaths to regain control over himself and looked up at her with moist eyes. "I'm just…I'm grateful. I wanted to hide how I'm feeling, but I'm also so glad someone noticed. And, even more than that, I'm happy beyond what words can express that you consider me your friend as well."
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong, hm?" the green-haired woman asked, a gentle smile on her face.
"I…well. To put it shortly, I am…jealous of Xander! And I know it's an ugly feeling and I know it's an ugly thing to be jealous of someone else, but I can't help it!" Kiran exclaimed trying to justify himself to her.
"Calm down," Tiki said, stroking his hair. "It's quite alright. We all have these feelings, and they're only natural. There's no need to feel guilty simply for having them. What is it though that you are jealous of him for?"
Kiran took another deep breath, still shaking as the adrenaline in his veins dissipated. "I…I haven't really told anyone else this, so I guess you'll be the first," he chuckled drily. "Miss Tiki, I'm…there's a girl I like. Like, like like."
"Oh!" she said, clasping her hands together. "How lovely! And who might this lucky lady be?"
Kiran felt his face grow hot at the complement. "Uh, well. It's related to why I feel what I do towards Xander," he said evasively.
"Oh my. It has to do with him? How so?" Tiki asked curiously.
"Well he's–he's the closest man to her now, I think. Even now, he must be at her side, where I want to be." Tiki quirked an eyebrow at his Kiran hid his face behind his hands. "It's, well…the person I love is P-Princess Veronica," he finally confessed with a muffled voice.
"Oh my!" the dragoness exclaimed, covering her mouth with a hand as her eyes curled upwards at the bit of juicy gossip. "That's certainly a surprise," she chuckled. "Now how did that happen?"
The two friends whiled away the hours in the kitchen that night, talking about love and romance. Eventually, however, Kiran's exhaustion caught up with him, and his eyes began to droop as the seductive embrace of sleep took him over.
"Kiran…Kiran!" Tiki whispered as she gently nudged him awake.
"Huh? Oh, wha–did I fall asleep? I'm sorry, Miss Tiki. I think I had better get to bed," he said with a yawn.
The Voice of Naga giggled softly as she helped him get up and walk back to his room. As they reached his door, Kiran unlocked it before turning around and hugging the woman, who was taken aback at first before she reached up and ruffled his hair again.
The two said their goodnights before parting and heading off to their own beds to get some rest before another busy day.
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