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    (Not that she''ll need it anytime soon.) The thought of the creamy aroma crossed his mind again. "However..." Blancheless said as she handed over the tray, "Did I come too late? After all, both you and Her Majesty have already had your milk, haven''t you?"


    (That girl... damn her!) He wiped the milky residue from his mouth, placing the silver tray on the table. (This could''ve been considered treason, yet she speaks of it so casually!)


    (Not a queen now, just a frightened child.) He thought, stroking her smooth back.


    (Too bitter?) the knight wondered. "No, just too sweet," the Queen said softly.


    (Playing the dragon so soon?) Tyler studied his opponent''s hand intently. (My Dwarf Queen was meant to draw out his heavy hitters, but he falls for such an obvious trap?) He examined the Riftjaw Dragon card again. "Brother, this is the genuine Riftjaw Dragon," Carl laughed. "You think I drew it myself?"