"Alright, Anne, dry your tears," Thomas teased with a playful wink. "A woman's tears are her most potent weapon, they're too precious to be squandered."
I raised a hand to wipe away the lingering teardrops from my eyes. "Now I believe you and Exeter must be quite the charmers among the ladies in Reysland."
"I surrender, I apologize for my frivolity," Thomas said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Spare me, for my days in Reysland weren't exactly fond memories."
Thanks to Thomas's deliberate playfulness, the sorrow in my heart began to dissipate.
We strolled through the garden, chatting like old friends.
From Thomas, I learned much about the intrigues and gossip of Reysland's nobility, adding a touch of familiarity to the homeland I had left behind ten years ago.
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