[ He's not going to get married! He's a strong, independent woman who don't need no man!
There was that one green-eyed lady from Galma who'd sent Edmund into a tizzy. (Though 'tizzy' is hardly how he'd phrase it, of course. A contemplative fugue. A good king maintains his dignity at all times.)
Thankfully, he's relatively certain that Lucy hadn't told anyone about her. Else Susan would have already been tying the noose about his neck. ]
Lovely, is it?
If the flourish of your pen could be given a tone, I would say that was fondness speaking. You ought to have told me if men of the rabbity persuasion were your preference! I am your closest confidant, am I not?
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There was that one green-eyed lady from Galma who'd sent Edmund into a tizzy. (Though 'tizzy' is hardly how he'd phrase it, of course. A contemplative fugue. A good king maintains his dignity at all times.)
Thankfully, he's relatively certain that Lucy hadn't told anyone about her. Else Susan would have already been tying the noose about his neck. ]
Lovely, is it?
If the flourish of your pen could be given a tone, I would say that was fondness speaking. You ought to have told me if men of the rabbity persuasion were your preference! I am your closest confidant, am I not?