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“Oh, no need to be so formal, milady,” he replies, his voice like soothing balm over her frayed nerves. “After all, it is your wedding day.”
“Thank you, your Highness, but I’m afraid some formalities are to be maintained at all times.” She finishes the phrase with a small smile - using courtly language requires deftness and tact that she rarely made use of back home.
“You could learn a thing or two from the lady,” de Fonollosa mutters, so low that Raquel doesn’t know whether he intended for it to be heard in the first place.
Or, nobody expected Raquel Murillo to marry the son of a Count. It's lucky, because it means they can't even fathom what comes afer.