[He hmms faintly and then as if spurned onward by that admission he stands. He's still wet to the bone, though the warmth of this small place has dried his shirt in patches, but he decides abruptly to be done with it, and so he peels his shirt off in one corner of the room, hangs it and selects another he's obviously brought for this purpose. He's not shy and this is absolutely common practice among men of his era so it doesn't even stop to register that it might be somewhat inappropriate. He's brusque about it besides.]
I notice you didn't say what became of her royalty.
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I notice you didn't say what became of her royalty.