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Lord Fairleides, my dear colleague. I must speak with you.
If it isn’t Lord Dingleberry. To what do I owe the dubious pleasure? I would remind you that our kingdoms are nearing a state of war and that I have no time for your foolish mojito recipes.
This isn’t about that! It’s about the war, and offering a daughter’s hand in marriage to avoid it.
You have a daughter? Well, I’m sure my prince Louis will be glad to hear it. I’ll go get my minister and by tomorrow—
No, I don’t have a daughter. But… I was thinking that maybe you could supply one, via a new potion I my alchemists just made.
A potion?
Yes. I’ve seen it with my own eyes in a test round. In under a minute, It transformed the most muscle bound man we had into the daintiest damsel. Poor Sir Roderick didn’t know the effects were permanent... But it’s clear that the potion gives you the finest and girliest body a member of the fairer sex could hope for.
Ah yes, that potion. My spies told me about it weeks ago. You’ll forgive my memory, but locating all the tactical weak points in your military can be tiring. Although if you continue turning your knights into maids, you’ll make my job much easier!
Um… yes, that potion. With your consent, we could administer it to Prince Louis and…
Rufus, let me be frank: we outnumber you 10 to 1. If anyone is going to offer a daughter in marriage, it’s going to be you. My son marries your daughter tomorrow, or it’s war. I bid you good luck having a tough conversation with your son! *whistles and walks away* You, boy, get me my finest afternoon tequila! I must celebrate!

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Part 1: www.deviantart.com/tangentialg…
Part 3: www.deviantart.com/tangentialg…
Lord Fairleides, my dear colleague. I must speak with you.
If it isn’t Lord Dingleberry. To what do I owe the dubious pleasure? I would remind you that our kingdoms are nearing a state of war and that I have no time for your foolish mojito recipes.
This isn’t about that! It’s about the war, and offering a daughter’s hand in marriage to avoid it.
You have a daughter? Well, I’m sure my prince Louis will be glad to hear it. I’ll go get my minister and by tomorrow—
No, I don’t have a daughter. But… I was thinking that maybe you could supply one, via a new potion I my alchemists just made.
A potion?
Yes. I’ve seen it with my own eyes in a test round. In under a minute, It transformed the most muscle bound man we had into the daintiest damsel. Poor Sir Roderick didn’t know the effects were permanent... But it’s clear that the potion gives you the finest and girliest body a member of the fairer sex could hope for.
Ah yes, that potion. My spies told me about it weeks ago. You’ll forgive my memory, but locating all the tactical weak points in your military can be tiring. Although if you continue turning your knights into maids, you’ll make my job much easier!
Um… yes, that potion. With your consent, we could administer it to Prince Louis and…
Rufus, let me be frank: we outnumber you 10 to 1. If anyone is going to offer a daughter in marriage, it’s going to be you. My son marries your daughter tomorrow, or it’s war. I bid you good luck having a tough conversation with your son! *whistles and walks away* You, boy, get me my finest afternoon tequila! I must celebrate!