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Felix nodded. " 'Course, Abia. After all, we can't show a bad face by arriving late, especially with them already mad at me because they had to use a battering ram to open the door, when I wasn't even there." He grinned very slightly, remembering how mad they had been when the door was in chunks and they found him sitting in one of the gardens, playing his violin.
His sister motioned to the guards, and a white carriage with four white horses came out.
Felix made a face. "I forgot how much you love white. Way to make me look more like a Snow Prince, Abia." He was only half joking when he said this.
His bags were already being taken to the capital, so all he had to bring with him was his violin and his mask.
He put his violin on the seat, then stepped inside. "So, sister dear, what have you been doing lately?"