[Lan Fan breathed a slow, silent sigh of relief in the almost nonchalant way that he greeted her. She swallowed thickly before carefully rising to her full height, her hands tightening further into fists--and feeling the beads that still happened to be there pressing further into her palm. She felt the heat find her face as the simple motion brought the demands of this place to the forefront of her mind, the theme of this... festival... along with thoughts that no dutiful retainer--let alone honorable woman--should ever have about their liege.]
[She was more than thankful for her mask in that moment. Even if she couldn't control her blood flow, she could hold her expression stoic even while she pushed those thoughts aside.]
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[She was more than thankful for her mask in that moment. Even if she couldn't control her blood flow, she could hold her expression stoic even while she pushed those thoughts aside.]
Nothing, my prince.