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“I'm Rebecca.” I reached out to shake her hand and she regarded me curiously. After a moment she touched my hand awkwardly, unsure of my intent. I clasped her hand slowly and shook it. Her eyes met mine and her face lit up with fascination. “It's a handshake, that's how we say hello on Earth.” “I quite like it. This is how the Fae greet an acquaintance.” She bowed her head with eyes lowered and then looked at me expectantly. I repeated the gesture and we both grinned. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why am I being kept here for dinner?” “It's customary for guests of the palace to stay for dinner, if not stay the night, and dinner is always formal. It would be an affront to her majesty if you were not adequately attired.” It appeared I had no say in the matter. I did my best to squelch my
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