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"Kyaaaaaaaaaaa~!" you let out a squeal of panic and shock.
Your poor maiden's heart overflows with shock and a happy sort of embarrassment that makes you at once want to run the man through with Shamhat, run away from this office and make for the heartlands of Daedalium, and run into his arms and bury your face in this absolute doofus's chest. None of those things would really help facilitate the negotiations between you and Baron Şoimul, and especially the bit about running him through with Shamhat would be a major breach of diplomatic propriety. Though squealing like a laywoman about to be ravaged in every hole by a pack of rapacious bandits at his sudden could not really be considered proper diplomatic form, either.
It did make Shamhat burst into laughter. Only you can hear it across your connection as Divine Spear and Wielder, but it does not help your turbulent mood. Dawn at least knows how to read the room. She gives some reassuring buzzing, and nuzzles you like an affectionate puppy trying to calm your unstill maiden's heart.
Baron Şoimul only <span class="mu-i">slightly</span> arches his eyebrow when he sees the fist-sized bumblebee emerge from the flower on your head.
"My Lord!" Robert throws open the thick oaken door to the Baron's office with one hand, the other holding fast to the grip of his arming sword. Johan and the other fellow guarding the office are quick at Robert's side as the captain rushes in. Johan moves with the professional grace of a well-drilled bodyguard to protect you as you wilt into the corner of the room. Azar remains perfectly calm, closing his uncovered eye to take a long sip from his tea. "Childe Lagneia! Is everything alright? I heard a scream. Assassins? Did some beast manage to get through our perimeter?"
"Oh there's a beast in this room, alright..." You turn a red face glare at Azar, your eyes tearing up with all those strange and unfamiliar emotions welling up from the depths of your maiden's heart. He returns your look with a charming smile and that same all-too-sincere puppy-dog adoration in his one visible eye. "An uncouth, improprietous, and unseemly <span class="mu-i">brute</span> seems to be wearing the skin of the good Baron Şoimul, Sir Hael. You have spoken so highly of your Lord that I can think of no other reason that his first words to a <span class="mu-i">delicate maiden</span> - such as myself - would be so... so... <span class="mu-i">inappropriate</span>!"
Robert clicks his tongue and lets go of his sword's handle. He takes a deep breath, then waves off Johan and the other guard - both of whom swiftly return to guarding the door.
"I have not known my Lord to make many advances towards women, Childe Lagneia," Robert says with a measured. He then nods towards Azar's adoring gaze, which has not left you for an instant. "Indelicate or otherwise. Though the charms of an elf maiden are truly formidable; I can count on one hand the women I have met whose beauty could be spoken of in the same sentence as your own. My Lord... may I ask what you said to Childe Lagneia?"
