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Osir closes their hand into a fist and laughs, the strange power extinguished.
"Just playing with you. Gods, you people don't know anything about acting. . ." they say, a grin evident in their voice.
They bow to the rabbit slightly and then follows after it.
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The rabbit leads them to a beautiful looking garden, and there sitting on a large rock by a stream, was the queen in a long black dress.
The rabbit hops up in her lap and she gently pets it, muttering softly in what seemed like french. "Hello, dear friend…" She sighs and wipes her eyes, not seeming to notice Osir.
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Osir smiles beneath their mask and waits for a moment while the queen calms slightly.
After a bit, they speak.
"Greetings, Your Highness." they say, kneeling so that their masked face is pointed towards the earth.
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She jumps and turns. "Oh…hello." She stands. "What have you come to ask of me?" She holds onto the bunny, cradling it in her arms.
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Osir chuckles and straightens.
"I need nothing from you, Majesty. Rather, I have come to offer my condolences and offer my allegiance to you. After all, I am unsure if the other noble families have sworn to you yet. As the parent of Iluna, one of the most powerful of the duchies, if I swear to you, the others are sure to follow," they reply calmly.
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She blinks. "And why should I believe you." She holds the bunny closer. "Everyone is untrustworthy. So why should I put my faith in you."
Her words didn't sound like a question, and her voice trembled with hurt.
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Osir tilts their head, considering, before chuckling darkly.
"Because, my dear, I do not lie often. I can assure you, I am being honest. I swear it on my mask," they reply. They have a sharp edge to their tone, one indicating that they were slightly annoyed.
If the queen knew anything about Osir, their family and the race in general, she'd have known that Osir was being genuine.
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She takes a moment, then sighs. "Alright…" She whispers, looking down at the now sleeping bunny in her arms. She looked sad. Really sad. And the look in her eyes could have broken just about anyone's heart.
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Osir tilts their head at Abigail, then steps forward.
They place a hand on Abigail's head and ruffle her hair.
"Hey, kiddo. It'll be fine. Eventually," they say. Their tone was genuine and soft.
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She flinches away, giving them a look. "Now what was that for?" Her voice was shaky slightly. only family can touch me like that…
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Osir chuckles and withdraws their hand.
"Because you looked sad. Anger or annoyance are better than that. If you aren't either, I'd settle for happy," the demon teases, tilting their head.
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Abby doesn't find it amusing. She sighs and shakes her head. "Well…would you like a meeting…?"
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Osir grumbles.
"Tough crowd. . ." they mutter before straightening.
"With whom? You? Or the council? I don't particularly feel like dealing with the old bastards though. . ." they reply.
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Abigail sighs. "Some of those people are my family." She mutters, looking down at the sleeping bunny in her arms.
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"I know. They're still bastards, though, like all politicians and the like. Some are still trying to cling to the old ways, though I must admit, the rest are quite fascinating in their steadfast resolve for there to be change." Osir sighs, nodding.
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Abigail shakes her head. "Well…goodbye then…" She begins to walk inside, shuddering once she turned her back to Osir. The poor girl definitely had a sad aura around her. On top of that, was a hint of anger that lingered throughout wherever she stepped. Her once happy and pure nature had been clouded by sadness.
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Osir tilts their head again, and sighs.
"Wait."
The word rings out into the garden, giving even the insects pause. It wasn't a tone usually used against the monarch, but Osir was a little impatient.
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Abby turns and looks at them. "Yes?"
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"I wanted to ask you something, Abigail," Osir says.
The demon narrows their eyes beneath their mask, and a black nimbus of raw mana appears around Osir.
"Something about you has changed. What was it?"
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Abby raises an eyebrow. "I've grown up." She says simply.
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Osir shakes their head.
"This isn't growing up. I've heard the rumors already. That the Queen isn't anywhere close to the same as she was. If you won't tell me, I'll stick around and find out for myself."
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Abby laughs softly. "listen…I've learned a valuable lesson…that I won't be sharing." She bows her head slightly. "It was nice speaking with you." She turns again and starts walking away.
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Osir sighs.
"I will be in touch later. There's some matters to discuss with the council, in regards to conflicts on the borders of some lords estates," they say distastefully. It was clear they'd like the issue cleared up as soon as possible, without getting theirself involved.
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Abby sighs and nods. "I can do that now for you if you'd like."
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Osir eyes the queen curiously.
"I thought we were finished talking, my lady," they reply with no particular inflection or emphasis on any word, but it was clear that Osir was slightly irritated from one of the queen's earlier comments, as well as her stubborn refusal to say what was on her mind.
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Abby turns and gives them a look. "Do you want my assistance or not." She snaps.
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Osir smirks beneath their mask.
"By all means, Abigail," they reply.
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She sighs, "just…send me an email on the matter and ill speak for you."
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Osir shakes their head.
"No, thank you. In matters like these, I prefer to speak for myself," they counter. They then chuckle.
"However, having a fair young lady such as yourself by my side would make things easier," they tease. They knew that it was out of line, but what could the queen really do to them?
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Abby glares at them, "are you saying you're only using me as a pretty face?"
