Neven released his dance partner and turned to face his next partner, #10. "[b]Well then I believe the next dance is mine?[/b]" he asked with exquisite politeness as he half bowed and offered his hand to her. Exhausting really, being this polite, but if he pretended he was at a [i]real[/i] court occasion it wasn't that bad. Perhaps if he simply pretended he was home it would make this bearable until he actually was. Though he did somewhat detest the thought of self delusion, nearly anything would be acceptable as long as it helped him get home faster. How was it determined when they got home again? Was it just as soon as they had a bride or some other absurd qualification? He would have to ask later. Neven glanced at Valask for a moment, [sub]"fool"[/sub], is all he mutters under his breath before returning his attention back on his partner.

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