soft hum, muttering in discontent, "There's always so much to do, Your Highness. You're always like this, wishing you could be eight people at once. Going on like this, your body will collapse sooner...
soft hum, muttering in discontent, "There's always so much to do, Your Highness. You're always like this, wishing you could be eight people at once. Going on like this, your body will collapse sooner...