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[cwene]

You have reached Her Most Royal Majesty Nima, by the Grace of the gods, of Eros and the Sea of Samorrah and Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Defender of the Faith.

It is common knowledge that the queen enjoys casual correspondence by mail and will answer most letters of substance that come across her desk.

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letter;

[cwene]

[Ahtem, her massive bodyguard who bears an uncanny resemblance to the Rock, delivers two letters to Dorian in response.]

D—

Such a wonderful gift. Are you proposing to me, Dorian? I fear I must decline though I am sorely tempted.

—R

[The second letter provides a cipher inside of a cipher, a way to encode messages. She wants an explanation, friend. A fire elemental devours the paper as soon as it has been read and then crackles a giggle at Dorian. It proceeds to burn a few things (the edge of a book, the hem of Dorian's sheets) because fire elementals will be fire elementals.]

letter;

[depicted]

[THANKS, FIRE ELEMENTAL.

The coded reply message says simply this:]

Just try it on to see how it feels.

[Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing else committed to writing.

Only when she wears it, in the privacy of telepathic thought, will he talk to her.]

ring telepathy nonsense;

[cwene]

[After lengthy consideration, Regina slips one of the rings onto her finger. She senses the magic in it come to life immediately, a gasps aloud with delight.]

Dorian. I didn't know you knew such magic.

shh it isn't nonsense

[depicted]

[He smiles when he hears it.]

My old hosts used to be a bit particular about who we should talk to.

I need you to give them out to those you trust most. It will make things a lot easier.

tomfoolery then

[cwene]

What a shame. Here I thought you might be proposing and simply incapable of choosing a fitting ring. I will mourn this day forever.

[A momentary pause. Her mental voice is concerned.]

Make what things easier? Dorian, what are you planning?

[depicted]

I would never be so gormless.

[uhhhhh]

Tell you later?

[cwene]

Gormless?

[She hears that mental "uhh," Dorian, don't you try to sneak one by on her.]

It had better be nothing more than a way to circumvent the Maeve listening to our conversations.

[She doesn't consider the "only people you'd trust with your soul" caveat when making that statement. How nice of her, giving him an out.]