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probably part of the woman's original problem with the man. He was, really, too kind for a lot of people. She didn't complain at the moment however, Timon noticed.
    That would be insane after all.
    The man had to stoop, but moved to help Heather up carefully, which was a sign that he, at least, was ready to call the situation ended. There would be real treaties to sign of course, and documents to read, but this was the first of the important tests. Countess Montblanc had passed too, with flying colors.
    The Queen smiled at her gently.
    "We were just about to ready for dinner, would you join us Heather? As a friend?" It was a kind and polite gesture, considering that all of the nobles present had to be feeling more than a little put off by the idea. The Countess looked confused too. Normally she would have been invited to the meal, it was true, since Noram Day was the largest celebration of the year and everyone wanted to be invited to the King's Palace for it. The meal was also part of the ten day celebration that they did in the Capital, which meant that it was an actual event, not just a regular dinner. The woman didn't have the right clothing for it, which would be a humiliation, but on the other hand, only real friends were invited to these things.
    It was a contradiction.
    "I'd love too." She tried not to rub at her simple white gown or heavy jacket, both now very dirty on the front.
    Timon got the plan, which was both meant to endear the woman to them and punish her slightly, for her mistakes, but shook his head. That wouldn't help after all. Heather had already sworn to the King and given up. Besides, she was there under his protection. If he let her be humiliated beyond what was needed, that would be him failing. Timon hated to fail. It made people think less of him.
    "We'd love to, of course. Might we have a place to ready ourselves? I know that space is at a premium here right now, with all the visitors..." Most of the listeners didn't get what he was really saying at all, but the Queen did. Timon could tell by the way she glared at him for stealing the moment away from her and her King. He would have told her to suck on it, but she was his Aunt and that would be both morally wrong, and terrifying for him. Instead he just nodded to her, which, for some reason, got her face to soften.
    "We'll have a small space readied for that, of course. Do you need clothing or supplies?" This was said to Heather, who blushed a bit. She'd come ready for prison, not a fine meal, but admitting that would shame her.
    Timon simply smiled and shook his head.
    "I'm sure we can manage, thank you. I might need to have some things delivered? I'll see if Tor can bring them, since he should be known here."
    That, it turned out, was acceptable. He was still in Lairdgren County, at his bakeshop by the school, but everyone liked him well enough here, so they'd love to see him. Especially Constance. That was mainly because she was a pervert. After all, she was more or less Tor's daughter, biologically speaking. To her that barely mattered, and she still wanted to have sex with him. Luckily, for proprieties sake, Tor cared about that enough for both of them.
    Timon didn't leave the Countess's side at all, even as they were led to a small and totally empty room the size of a large closet. Once there he used his new communications device to contact his older brother, wondering if he'd really come for something like this. He had a real job and even his own wife to look after. He might just not want to be bothered with this kind of thing.
    "Tor's communication device. This is Patricia Morgan." The woman spoke as if it was completely normal for her to be answering the thing, which it probably was. She practically lived with Tor and Alyssa now after all. Their shared girlfriend.
    "Hello Trice. I need some magical clothing and a disguise amulet delivered to the King's Palace. I was going to ask Tor to bring it down..." Since he was family. It only made