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he elegant Ruby-Jewel strode into the room magnificently and promptly sneezed a dainty little "ah-choo". Her not very spotless husband, the king, tried to be sympathetic. "Nasty little cold you have there".
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"It's not a cold, it's allergies", she sniffled. "I'm allergic to something in the palace!" She straightened up
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and her face abruptly turned from sweet to serious. "I've been thinking about the horrible thing that Erkinwhine did. He butchered that lovely and loving lady in front of all of us on her wedding day! That's despicable!" Little red tears gleamed down her well-chiseled cheeks.
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"Yes, it truly is a despicable thing," Dr. Dirt agreed. "And people complain I play dirty politics! This is
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worse than that guy who wasn't paying attention and knocked his new bride into a well. At least that was an accident!"
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"Can't you declare Holy War on him, or something!", Ruby wheezed "After all, you are the high and mighty
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ruler here. No one should treat his bride that way..." What followed sounded more like a muffled explosion than a sneeze. Little pieces of red stone went flying around the throne room like precious shrapnel.
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The good doctor pulled a red splinter out and examined it with a practiced eye. Hmm, her allergies could help
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finance the kingdom by enhancing gem production.
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With a bewildered, wide-eyed expression, she said, "I think I'd better lie down for a while." Her husband
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enthusiastically agreed.
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