Marcella left in high spirits. Elsa watched her go, then asked with a slightly flat expression:
"What on earth did you tell her? She seemed extraordinarily pleased leaving."
"There's nothing more satisfying than working together against a common enemy. What is everyone else doing?"
"Unpacking. You packed as though you were never coming back—and then came back."
I felt a pang of mild guilt and gave Elsa a brief look. She added, with the same impassive face:
"I actually expected you to launch a coup the moment you arrived."
"I'm not that uncivilized."
"It would only be repaying in kind. The uncivilized one is His Majesty—jealous of his own daughter."
...Did you not have a strict rule about never saying things like that? The unexpected outburst made me stare. Elsa returned the look with perfect composure.
"Was that a strong way to put…
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