Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

*Claudia might normally protest her husband walking away from her towards another woman, but the effects of Helena's beauty are unquestionable in their power, and so she understands, shaking the despondent look on her face that she had picked up for a moment and stepping forward to take her husband's hand.*
 

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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

Turning away from Helena, as Claudia retakes his hand, Tiberius looks confused as he says, “I don’t know what came over me...” before leading her the remaining distance to the bar...shaking his head as if to clear it, as they walk.
 


Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“I don’t know, dear heart, what would you like?” Tiberius asks, still a little bewildered.
 

Vasha chuckles and nods, "Yes, it probably would. But it's true. She must have enormous pressure on her. Do you think you could introduce me to her?"
 

"Something strong..." Claudia replies, also still affected, "As strong as you've got. What's good?"

"I will fix my lady our finest, and strongest, Argathian crystalmead," the bartender offers, pouring a glass for Claudia, which she downs right away in one long gulp.

"Okay, that's better," she continues, snapped out of it now, "Now a light wine, please?"

*The bartender gets her a new glass with fine wine.*
 

"Of course I could. She'll be delighted to meet you, I'm sure--for some reason, many women tend to keep away from her as if she caused them pain. Want to go now?"
 




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