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"I'm the Queen, dammit!" Jastina said, stamping her foot. "Your
slimy friend Belboz has magically made me younger. And now this rat," she
indicated Embron, "says that he's going to divorce me. They're being
perfectly horrid!"
"And when I am free, then I hope that you will marry me," Embron said
to Ilsa, going down on one knee, "and become my Queen. Please say yes and
make me the happiest man alive."
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Ilsa didn't quite understand what was going on, but if this handsome young man was really the King and wanted to marry her, then it seemed that all her dreams were coming true. "Oh, yes please!" she squealed delightedly.
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"I don't think that would be right," Ilsa said slowly. Belboz regretted that he had made her quite so moral. Sweet and innocent, yet amoral, hadn't seemed like a viable combination of character traits, though.
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A guard burst in the door before Ilsa could reply. "Your Majesty! The barbarians are attacking the city gate!"
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Suddenly, Belboz cast another spell.
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