The Farosi

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AN: For the record, chronologically this chapter begins during the events of chapter eight and nine.

Also, due to requests on information regarding Farsos I have started a Deviantart account which at the moment has a rough map of Farsos, forgive my poor art skills though. My Deviantart account is called MisterJJAndrews, just look up "Farsos map" on that website to find it. Farsos is also roughly the size of the mainland United States, minus Alaska.

Chapter Ten

A Great Many Truths

Jon had built his life around one word, honesty. One of the reasons he resented politics, much to Radwen's frustration, was his love of honesty. Maybe politics did something to people to make them break their word or at least destroy their sense of honesty. On his way to the Tower of the Hand he thought deeply on what he would say to his father. What was right here, to support the rightful king who would be little more than a puppet of Lord Tywin or to usurp him and bring King Lukon to the Iron Throne? To follow the ancient laws of Westeros or perhaps change the world for the better? He didn't know, he was just a soldier.

Jon entered his fathers solar to see him there, his eyes dark at the knowledge that his oldest friend was dying.

'Father,' Jon said to him, delaying the inevitable as much as he could. 'I'm sorry about the king.'

'You have nothing to be sorry over Jon. No one could protect that man from himself. I'm glad you're here though, I was going to send someone to the embassy to ask Her Highness to prepare for battle. I've made a discovery which changes everything, this isn't just between us and the Lannisters.'

'It doesn't matter anymore,' was Jon's response. 'Father, the princess was lying to you. The Farosi Senate and King Lukon have been planning to take the Iron Throne.'

He couldn't bring himself to blame Radwen over this.

'But,' Jon saw his fathers face loose most of its colour, 'but they have no claim here. King Lukon has no right to the Iron Throne.'

'The Senate has declared that if a war starts here than they have the right to take over to prevent bloodshed.'

'That's the weakest excuse for war I've ever heard,' he responded and Jon wondered what his father would be thinking.

'Of course it's an excuse but it's one the Farosi people would like. To be the protectors of the world is something that they want to be, anything to recover from being defeated by Gwaithol.'

'They need to be stopped,' his father said quickly and Jon felt himself being looked at with what he thought was regret. 'I know you're an officer of their army but I must ask you something. Is there a back way into the Embassy? We already have the Gold Cloaks, if we attack now with numbers we can stop this before it starts, hold the princess hostage to stop their invasion.'

'That won't work. Littlefinger has lied to you, he supports the Lannisters and had bribed the Gold Cloaks to back them.'

'Damn,' he said and walked to the window, looking out across the city, he could see the embassy from that window. 'I swear I'll take that mans head for this. Alright, we need a new plan,' he then looked back at Jon and sighed. 'You don't know how complex everything is but listen to me.'

And so Jon sat there, listening to his father as he explained everything to him, the incest, the truth, his offer to the Queen, all of it, by the end Jon at last realised how dire the situation was.

'Where is King Renly?' Jon asked him.

'He's already left the city, going to Highgarden to secure an alliance with the Reach. He wanted me to secure the capital for him but that's impossible now.'

'What will you do?'

'Flee the city,' was his answer. 'We'll leave tonight, I'll have your sisters travel by ship, I already chartered a ship to carry them to White Harbour. I and the rest of my household guard we'll,' he stopped to think for a moment, 'we'll catch up with Renly, tell him what's happened and we can form a new plan. The Eighth Corps, they could attack the Reach at any moment. We need to send word to Lord Redwyne and warn him.'

'Father,' Jon said loudly, cutting of the older mans train of thought. 'I haven't told you everything. The princess sent me here to try to persuade you to help her.'

'Help her? She wants me to commit treason against the rightful king?'

'It's just, it might not be wrong to help them. Think about it,' he said that quickly to stop his father from voicing his opinion on that, 'with King Lukon on the Iron Throne the realms debts can be repaid in just weeks, their technology can make life better for the people.'

'You're a young man Jon,' his father told him, 'of course you believe in what Farsos can do but they have no right to rule here. We have to support King Renly.'

'She wants me to marry her,' Jon finally told him and, now he truly was surprised at his fathers expression.

While all the colour from his face was drained he seemed to visibly stiffen at that.

'If you marry her,' he said and then he slumped in his chair, head falling into his hands. 'Gods, Jon why now of all times?'

'Father, if you say no than I won't and I'll follow you. I am loyal to my family above all.'

'Jon, it's not that. If you marry Princess Radwen than her families claim will be even stronger.'

'Why?'

Now Jon was confused, he was only a bastard after all.

'Because, Jon, I was always going to tell you this one day but I never wanted it to be now, not like this. It's about your mother.'

A hope that he had kept buried inside of him began to burn bright again, for a long time he had kept it away but it remained an ember, now it was glowing brighter with those words.

'Who was she?' he asked him, at last, he would know. Maybe he could find her.

'I've lied Jon. For so many years I've been lying to everyone, I lied to my king, my wife and my friends. It happened during the rebellion, well, it actualy began the rebellion. Everyone knows the story, Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna and the mad king killed my father and brother.'

'Of course I know the story.'

'What no one knows is the truth. Lyanna was not kidnapped, she eloped with Rhaegar, she, I suppose she loved him. When I found her at the Tower of Joy, she-'

'Father,' Jon said, suddenly his desire to learn the truth had grown cold, not wanting to know any more.

'I am not your father. You are Lyanna and Rhaegar's son. Your name, the name Lyanna gave you, one of her final acts while she still drew breath was naming you Jaehaerys Targaryen.'

Jon couldn't say anything, he just couldn't think as everything he knew to be true in his life crumbled away with his fathers, no, his uncles words. The uniform he wore stood for nothing more than conquest, the blood in his veins was that of the most hated family in Westeros and he couldn't turn to anyone. Then he realised fully what this meant.

'If I'm Rhaegar's son,' he said, look to Lord Stark whose eyes seemed to almost be teary, 'what does that make me?'

'The rightful king, King Jaehaerys, Third of his name.'

'Gods.'

'I know Jon. I'm sorry I lied to you but I had to. If Robert had found out who you are he'd have killed you as a babe. I promised my sister as she died that I would protect you.'

'If I marry Radwen,' he said and shook his head, 'the Farosi would have a stronger claim to the throne.'

'It wouldn't just be strong, it would be the strongest of them all.'

'How do they know? They must have found out some how.'

'I don't think so. The Farosi have only been involved with Westeros since the last rebellion.'

'Radwen did say that her father wanted her to marry a Westerosi of noble blood.'

'In that case it must be a coincidence,' he was speaking formally, Ned Stark didn't show sadness, he did his duty. 'Jon, I have no right to do this but I must ask you to do something.'

'Uncle,' he said, his voice almost snapping as he did it, 'tell me where to ride and I will do as you ask.'

'You won't ride anywhere Jon. The princess trusts you, you are an officer in their army, I need you here. Find the allies of Renly and help us, tell us what the Farosi know and maybe we can win this war.'

'You want me to be a spy?'

'Yes. Go to the princess and tell her that I support her, it could give us enough time to get the girls out.'

'I'll do it,' he said and looked down at the table, he would now have to lie to Radwen. Still, he had to do as his uncle commanded, they were kin, it was his duty. 'Father,' he suddenly realised, 'you need to take Sam.'

'The Tarly boy?'

'Yes. If the Reach fights the Farosi they could use Sam as leverage to stop his father from fighting. To win you'll need every man you can muster, you can't lose House Tarly.'

'You're right.'

So they went over the plan, Jon keeping his mind away from his parentage, and they decided that Lord Stark and his men would meet with Sam by the Kings Gate and then they would ride after Renly. Jon would continue his duties in the embassy and hopefully all of House Stark could escape in the night.

'I hope this works,' Jon said to him.

'So do I.'

'Why not leave by the River Gate?'

'If anyone works out what we're doing our enemies might try to stop us. They'll know I'm with the larger group so they won't try to get the girls.'

'It's risky.'

'I know Jon but we have no choice.'

'Well, in that case that's nothing more to do. Good luck uncle.'

Jon felt guilt there over the look on Lord Stark's face at the change in title.

'Good luck to you Jon. Whatever you do, find a way to delay the wedding to the princess until we can win the war and the Farosi are gone from Westeros.'

'I'll try my best. Good luck.'

They didn't embrace, they didn't show sorrow. instead they shook hands and Jon left the Tower of the Hand. As he returned to the Embassy some time later, Lord Stark had agreed that he should stay in the Tower of the Hand to make it look like he had been persuading him to join the Farosi, Jon reflected on how wrong everything had gone. He was about to lie to Radwen, the woman who he might just end up marrying at this rate, and he had kept a secret from his father, he hadn't told him the basis for the Cassius claim to the throne, at least he kept that promise to tell no one. When he arrived back he went to speak with Sam, after telling the Princess the lie, he hated every second of that. When Sam was told the plan he was nervous, not sure what to do until Jon agreed to help him pack quietly. Sam would take only the essentials, his uniform, his revolver, sword, ammunition, food and a dark green cloak with a Tarly sigil clasp. With any luck he could leave the Embassy by claiming he was going to a nearby tavern in the Farosi District and then sneak away. Jon didn't tell him the truth about his own parentage though, that belonged only to him and Lord Stark.

'Good luck Sam,' he said to his friend and they shook hands for the last time as the sun began to set that evening.

'You too Jon. Take care of yourself.'

'I'll try but I can't promise that.'

'I don't know what I'll be able to do now.'

'You can advise them, you know how the Farosi army fights, you know how to beat it.'

'Alright, that's what I'll do.'

Unfortunately Jon couldn't see off his friend, instead of going to the officers mess Radwen invited him to have supper with her, and he couldn't turn down a request from her, especially now.

They are supper quietly together, there wasn't much left to talk about, they were on the brink of the greatest event in the history of Westeros since the coming of Aegon. After supper they sat in her living room for a while until Radwen finally broke the silence.

'Are you nervous?'

'Of course. Are you?'

'Certainly,' was her response. 'If tommorow completely bolocks up for us it might be the end of me, my father will drag Miccal out of the navy and kick me out of the succession completely.'

'If we can control the capital,' Jon reminded her, 'your father will make sure you become queen. If something goes wrong,' he said, thinking of his words carefully, 'and you still manage it he'll want to make you queen as soon as he hears.'

'Glad to see you're optimistic. You were wrong about something earlier.'

'And what was that?'

'We will have armour. We are, by that I mean the Senate, are concerned about how dangerous the Westerosi are in hand to hand combat so they cooked up something. Tomorrow our boys will be wearing a new addition to the uniform, a leaather jerkin.'

'Leather?' he asked.

'I know it's not as good as plate but it's something. Apparently the tests done by the Senatorial Office of Supply found them able to stop most bayonet thrusts but just in case the officers have a thin layer of chain mail under the leather, it should keep you quite safe.'

'Glad to hear it. I'd feel better if I knew my men were as protected as I am though.'

'You are going to be a king you know. I wouldn't mind it if neither of us had to go anywhere near the fighting until it's all over.'

'I'm a soldier, Radwen. It's my job.'

'If you weren't a soldier what would you be? I mean, if your father had never asked you to go and train in Farsos, what would you have done?'

'The Nights Watch,' he answered. 'It's the only place I would have been accepted.'

'Thank the True Queen you weren't sent there. I can't imagine what would have happened to me.'

'You would have been proposing to Sam.'

Radwen chuckled at that and Jon thought about how pleasant her laugh was.

'I might have done. Now that I think about, no one's actually proposed yet.'

'I didn't think we'd have to, I mean, you already had the contract ready.'

'True, but I do like traditions.'

'Alright then,' Jon said and stood up, taking Radwen by the hand and pulling her to her feet.

Jon then knelt before Radwen and cleared his throat.

'Your Highness, will be my wife?'

'I will,' she responded and Jon stood up, not helping the smile on his face.

'So it's all official then?'

'Now it is.'

Someone knocked at the door and Radwen sighed in slight annoyance as Jon quickly stood up, taking a few steps away from Radwen.

'Come in,' Radwen said and Colonel Donnah stepped in, still wearing his leather battle coat.

'Your Highness,' he said and bowed quickly, his eyes dispaying concern, 'there has been an unusual activity in the Red Keep.'

'Has the king died yet?' asked Radwen, wondering if he had finally died.

'No, our man in the Red Keep says that he's still breathing. However,' he said and spared a glance at Jon, 'a large number of people have been seen leaving the Tower of the Hand, it looks like most or all of Lord Stark's household.'

'What's he doing?' asked Radwen and looked at Jon. 'Well, do you have any idea?'

'No I don't,' he told her, hoping that his lies wouldn't be seen by her.

'Our man saw two groups leaving the Red Keep,' Donnah went on. 'The larger group is heading towards one end of the city, the smaller is aproaching the docks.'

'The docks?'

'Yes. If you remember, Lord Stark has a ship loyal to him there.'

Fuck, Jon thought to himself.

'If I was in Lord Stark's shoes I'd use the larger group as a distratction while I took my family to the ship to escape.'

'I agree,' Donnah said to her.

Fuck, Jon internally shouted again.

'I have a platoon of my men already heading towards the docks. They've been ordered to aprehend Lord Stark.'

'Good job. Come back when you have news.'

'Yes You Highness.'

When he left the room Radwen turned to look at Jon, a slight sharp edge in her expression.

'Well?'

'He told me he was with you.'

'Looks like Lord Stark is a better liar than I thought.'

'It looks that way.'

'I'm sorry Jon. We'll work out what's happening.'

So they ended up waiting for a while, about half an hour later though the relative silence was broken by the most agonised howl Jon had ever heard.

'That sounds like Ghost,' Jon said, now worried.

'He's usually as silent as, well, as a ghost.'

It went on for twenty agonising seconds until Ghost finally fell silent again. After another half an hour Colonel Donnah returned.

'What happened?' Radwen asked him.

'We were wrong. Only Lord Stark's daughters were there with some retainers.'

'What happened?' Jon asked him. He had to know.

'There was a fight. Lord Stark's men fired on mine so they fired back, it looks like some dock workers were killed in the cross fire.'

'Damnit,' Radwen cursed.

'What about my sisters?'

'We're not sure but Lady Sansa and her wolf managed to get onto the ship, Arya's wolf was killed and Lady Arya went missing by the time the ship cast off.'

'Missing?' Radwen asked him. 'Then find her.'

'We have no idea where she is.'

'I don't care. For goodness sake don't you know how dangerous this city is? I want her found before the poor girl's hurt.'

'Do as she says,' Jon told him angrily.

'We'll try.'

'And I want your men to remain silent about this.'

'Most of them were killed. According to them a Braavosi swordsmen was with Arya, to let her escape he charged in and killed many of my men before they could bring him down.'

'One man did that?'

'I don't believe it personally. Still, I'll send more men out to find the girl.'

'Make sure you do. Get out.'

As soon as the door was closed behind Donnah, Radwen fell into an arm chair and growled.

'Why me?'

'I'm more worried about Arya.'

'So am I. The girl's all on her own in this damned city.'

'So my father managed to get away.'

'He's a clever man. So, it's war against the North as well,' Jon and Radwen looked at each other and before he could speak Radwen cut in. 'When the fighting comes I won't make you fight your brother, we'll position you at another part of the battle.'

'Thank you.'

'By now word of the gunfight down at the docks would have reached the Red Keep. Go and get some rest, it's an important day tommorow.'

'We're still siezing power?'

'Yes.'

'And my fathers role in the plan?'

'We'll just have to shift some men around. Good night Jon.'

They kissed once more and then Jon went to the barracks, waiting for the chaos the next morning as, at the same time, King Robert finally, at last, died.

...

Radwen was certainly nervous as she was being properly dressed at around midday the next day. For most of the morning she had worn a simple blue dress which she usually wore when doing her day to day work, that was until they recieved word that the king had died and within the hour Ser Merryn Trant stormed into her rooms and demanded that she hand over Jon. Fortunately Captain Howmer was there at once with five of his best men, dressed in their armour and armed with their powerful rifles.

'Why?' she asked him from her chair as she pretended to look over some papers.

'He's the bastard of the traitor Ned Stark, we need him as a hostage.'

'Lord Stark a traitor? How ridiculous.'

'Don't play games with me. The King has demanded that you hand over the bastard and he wants you to come to the Red Keep at once.'

'Why?' she asked again as she pretended to look at a different paper.

'The King does not need to give reasons to a foreign girl. He demands that you appear in the Red Keep before him.'

'He demands?' she asked and put down the papers, internally she was shaking but she kept herself still. She stood up and, though she had to look up at him, she thought that her appearence was now intimidating. 'Go back to your king, tell him that I will go and speak with him this afternoon, tell him that I will discuss the current situation with him. Most of all though, remind the boy, that he may ask, he may humbly request, but he has no right to demand anything of the Princess of Farsos. Am I clear, or will my men have to carry you back to the Red Keep?' she added extra venom to the last word as Howmer and his men slightly moved their rifles towards the knights who, with a scowl on his face, turned to leave.

She almost fell over after doing that, she quickly summoned Donnah and told him that it was time and she began to get changed. With the aid of her maids she was changed into her ceremonial uniform which she was expected to use on important occasions, such as this one. It was made in the older style which had been fased out since the Fifteen Years War except for ceremonial use. It was feminine as well, made just for her. There was a dark blue skirt which reached her ankles and a jacket over a white blouse and bright yellow waistcoat. The jacket was braided and only the top three buttons were fastened to show off the waistcoat. Pinned on her right side was a large badge displaying the unicorn and griffon of Farsos. Her boots were the same as those worn by the infantry, both so well polished that they could be used as mirrors.

'You look lovely Your Highness,' Arrila, one of her maids, said to her.

'I'd prefer powerful,' Radwen said and touched the spot in her jackets inside pocket where her small revolver was resting.

'Powerful and lovely then,' Menra, her other maid, added as she aproached Radwen with a mahoganny box.

Radwen opened it and saw inside her favourite tiara, the one which was made of silver in the pattern of gently rolling waves, each one studded with tiny diamonds and on top of each wave was a large saphire. She was a princess, it was only right that she should wear this for the duty she would have today. It was gently placed on her head and fitted in with her hair. At last she looked at her image in the mirror and was impressed, she looked the part for what she was to do that day. The absense of Lord Stark changed things a little but it wouldn't be too bad, the troops would be spread a bit thinly but it should go alright.

Colonel Donnah and Brigadier Curn arrived soon after she was dressed properly.

'Is everyone ready?'

'The boys underground are ready to go,' Curn told her.

'Good. Well, this is it. Good luck gentlemen, the True Queen is with us.'

She walked into the garden outside the embassy where the garrison, only the ones everyone knew about, stood in parade formation, all of them fully armed and wearing their new leather jerkins. They were dyed the same blue as their uniforms so they didn't look too different, although some of the men were visibly sweating under the new part of the uniform. When she walked past Jon's Troop she slowed down as she past Jon who stood with his Sergeant and his wolf. She smiled at him and then went on, wishing she could say more. Jon would be a good king. She'd handle the politics, he would lead the army. She judged the faces of the men, they had been told what was going to happen soon and their faces expressed a mixture of discipline and nervous excitement. At last she reached her carriage, guarded by all the members of her Royal Guard, clad in black plate over their urple uniforms, and as fully armed as the rest of the men. She stepped into the carriage and the driver commanded the horses forwards, half the men in front of them, the other half either beside it or behind it.

The journey towards the Red Keep was slow, it was the early afternoon and the city was busy, the roads were packed so it took over an hour to make it to the castle which, as she looked out of the window, she could tell was on edge. Lannister troops and Gold Cloaks were everywhere, her guards were impossibly outnumbered, even with their better weapons. At last they arrived at the gates through which they would have to enter, her carriage stopped and she stepped out to see the gates open for her. The guards even allowed her men to enter with her, each of them fixed their bayonets before they did so as well. At a brisk pace Radwen marched with her guards through the Red Keep, the corridors were all empty, the servants and nobles who were usually seen there were instead keeping away, they all knew what happened when a king died.

Soon they entered the throne room, the sides of the room were lined with hundreds of Lannister soldiers and gold cloaks, about one on ten with a shotgun, the rest with spears and swords. Standing around that monstrosity of a throne stood the Kingsguard who remained in the city, all in full armour, the Hound was close by as well, that ugly helmet on his head, and the Small Council was in a huddle behind him. Queen Cersie, or technically Queen Mother now, was at the foot of the throne, her other children behind her and, sure enough, sitting on the thing itself was Joffrey, a crown already on his head. Is Roberts corpse even cold? Radwen thought to herself.

She led her men a short way into the throne room, just so far that they could talk to each other, she glanced about the place, at the enemy soldiers who almost surrounded them, at their leaders around the throne, at the gallery above the sides of the room where she could see no one. She was ready as her guards formed into two ranks behind her.

'You asked to see me?' Radwen spoke loud and clear.

'You were summoned here,' Cersie told her, raising her voice.

'Of you insist, that will be the story. Might I ask why you asked for me?'

'To answer for the crimes committed by your men,' Joffrey told her, repeating words Radwen knew his mother had told him.

'If this is about the incident between Lieutenant Snow and the Kingslayer, I'm afraid that's already been settled.'

'Not that,' Cersie spoke for her son. 'Last night a group of Farosi Military Policemen attacked Lady Sansa Stark and her entourage. She is betrothed to the king and attempting to harm her is an attack on Westeros.'

'Oh that incident. My advisors heard that the Stark girls were in danger so I sent some men to protect them, there was a misunderstanding and a firefight broke out. Nothing more. As for the people killed in the crossfire, their families will be compensated.'

'Unnaceptable,' said Cersie. 'As recompense you will remove your soldiers from the Arbor and reduce your Embassy Guard to a hundred men.'

'No,' she said flatly.

'And,' Joffrey spoke up, 'and you will hand over Ned Stark's bastard. We might find use in him as a hostage.'

'You or your people will not lay a finger on Jon Snow,' she told him firmly.

'You have no right to deny the will of the king,' Littlefinger reminded her.

'He is not my king, nor will he ever be,' she looked back at Joffrey. 'Your Grace, the real reason I came here was not to discuss anything that has happened recently, it's on another matter entirely.'

'I don't care about your problems,' Joffrey saif smugly.

'You will care about this.'

'Let her speak,' Cersie proclaimed. 'After that we will get onto the matter of her soldiers leaving this city.'

'Thank you. I wish to state my fathers claim to the Iron Throne.'

The silence which penetrated the room was stronger than cast iron, everyone looking at her with confusion. Joffrey was turning purple and Cersie, like all the Small Council, did not understand her. The Kingsguard though reached for their swords but didn't draw yet.

'What did you say?' Littlefinger asked her, clearly confused.

'My fathers claim to the throne,' she repeated humbly. 'It's all legal.'

'You have no right to this throne!' Joffrey shouted, looking like a mad dog, a very inbred dog as well.

'Yes I do.'

'How long did it take your father to make it up?' Cersie coldly asked her.

'We've been waiting for this for thousands of years.'

'Dont be ridiculous.'

'I am serious. Don't you know the history of your own family Your Grace?'

'What has that to do with anything?'

'Everything actually. Did you really think we were all dead and gone, that we would never come back? Your ancestor wasn't as clever as he thought, just one escaped his massacre and fled Westeros, Cassius Hill.'

The reaction to that was slightly satisfying for Radwen, the Queen realised first and her eyes became as wide as saucers, the Small Council, particularly the Spider and Littlefinger, looked at each other stunned, the enemy soldiers around them, mostly the Lannister troops, lowered their weapons and raised their shields or aimed their shotguns.

'At arms!' Ser Barristan shouted and his men, as well as the Hound, all drew their swords.

'Who are you?' Cersie, her voice full of fear, asked her.

'A daughter of House Cassius, descended from the bastard line of House Casterly, Lords of Casterly Rock. As recompense for the actions of your ancestor, Lan the Clever, the Senate has voted that House Lannister shall be stripped of all their titles and lands which shall be claimed back by House Cassius. Through that we claim the throne. Surrender now and you will be fine, refuse, and you will die.'

'Get them!' Joffrey screached. 'Kill them!'

Radwen knew it was time and she looked up for salvation.

AN: Congratulations everyone who worked it out in the reviews! The truth is revealed, House Cassius are the bastard descendents of House Casterly, back for revenge. So, what will happen next? What's the plan? Will House Cassius secure the city? Find out next time!

Review Responses:

Hitman: While Jaime was often arrogant he was clever. No doubt his experience should be useful for the war to come.

ATP: Indeed, massed volley fire, even with muskets, at close range could be lethal. Also, when infantry can stand their ground against cavalry they can be beaten, just look at the squares at Waterloo.

Tertius711: I'm glad to see you're interested in knowing more about Farsos and I have a plan for how to show more info. Thanks for your review, hope you liked this one.

Serrae: I'm glad you like the story. Farosi technology has reached the level of the steam engine, the breach loading rifle and gas lighting but they do not have electricity or telegrams. Thanks for the review, I hope this answers your question.

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