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courtship splendidly, his siblings love my siblings, and our friends think our
union to be blessed by the Powers themselves. All fine and good, but things
are going..." She frowned. "...so smoothly. 'Tis not right to have such a
trouble-free courtship."
"I don't know about that..."
"Dost thou not? Hast thou ever had such a courtship?" She glanced briefly at
me. "T'would seem that thy life is filled with a variety of problems, judging
by the pallor of thy skin.""
A face flickered in my memory, of a pale ivory-haired woman, her sea-blue
gown whipped by an unfelt wind, "I can't remember any courtships I have
had. The remnants of the ones I have encountered suggest that I may have
had some problems."
Juliette ignored me and continued, groaning, "'Tis just that all my friends
have such interesting relationships... ones fraught with turmoil, feuding
families, daggers at one another's backs, poison, mad siblings and irate
fathers with large swords. I have a lover whose family loves me and whom
the world loves." She sighed again. "A great source of annoyance. How I
wish I could formulate some way to spice things up..."
Morte floated close to me, whispering: "I feel sorry for her lover. He doesn't
know how bad he has it. A chit like this is nothing but trouble."
"That doesn't sound wise, Juliette. Relish what you have."
"I wish to experience troubles, though. I wish to experience the up and
downs of courtship... but with him, no other. Ah, such a thing is love. It can
be as dull as a club, and is of no use to an aspiring Sensate."
"What did you have in mind to spice things up?"
"I am not sure. Some element of danger. Or jealousy. Something intense."
"I can pretend to be a jealous suitor, if you want."
Juliette glanced at me, then scoffed. "Oh, I highly doubt th- hmm. Actually,
that idea 'tis not half as addled as I had first thought. Thou dost certainly
look dangerous enough." She looked me in the eye, as if appraising a horse.
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