[ID: the camera moves in for a close up. the two lovebirds are still cuddling but no longer kissing. lady thornapple smiles adoringly at lady mille as the latter says: “i would not so abuse thee, my sweeting. yet i may have use of thy fealty anon. mine enemies at court grow thick as weeds.” /end ID]

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