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[healedbythelight]

[There's a loud slam as the journal seemingly falls to the ground, starting the recording function. The first thing it picks up is stumbling, followed by frantic screaming. Loud, frantic screaming.]

F-FIRE! FIIIRE!

The bread machine is on fire!

[And cue hurried footsteps as Cheria rushes off to try and find water. She tried putting bread that was already buttered into the toaster, in hopes it would save time and make the toast tastier. Suffice it to say, this didn't end well.]

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[healedbythelight]

[She straightens up again, shaking her head with a warm smile.]

Regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the title you wish to bear, you will always be my King and so I will always treat you with the formality you deserve.

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[ledbythewind]

[Richard's own smile goes sad for the briefest moment, a distant look in his eyes.]

I don't deserve anything simply because of my position... respect is something that must be earned, not deserved.

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[healedbythelight]

You don't believe you've earned respect yet? [What with everything that's been going on, she can't blame him, but... It's been six months, for Richard. Surely, he's been working hard as the King of Windol since then.]

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[ledbythewind]

I believe I still have work to do before I can truly be worthy of the respect I'm given.

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[healedbythelight]

Just the fact that you believe that already earned you my respect.

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[ledbythewind]

Miss Cheria... thank you.

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[healedbythelight]

You're welcome... Sir Richard.

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[ledbythewind]

[He laughs.]

I suppose I can accept that as a compromise.