Edric let out a resigned sigh. "I think a ball is the least of my concerns right now." Or it very well should be, even if the prospect of her going to a social function where the goal was to find love bothered him a bit. "Who knows? The matchmaking prophet might out us as a couple before we can," he teased. He didn't believe in those sorts of things; he knew real seers did exist, but one who specialized in matchmaking seemed a little too financially convenient to be real. The woman - he couldn't remember her name - probably had a list of characteristics she collected and just matched them based on that.

"I'm sure I'll be able to sneak you in there," he responded. "I'm not sure how many of the staff have caught on to our midnight rendezvouses, but if one of them knows, likely all of them do." Her identity, fortunately, would be less well-known among them - assuming they didn't keep copies of every Prophet he was mentioned in hidden down in the kitchens. Now that he thought about it, they might very well know who she was. (Discretion was a topic he'd have to discuss with them one of these days.)

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