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[mansuetus]

Audentes fortuna iuvat.

Does fortune favors us, Tranquility?

Caesar himself was quite devoted to boldness and fortune; alea jacta est he said and the goddess of fortune favored him for many years.

in the end, she did not. it is a tricky thing, fortune and quite a riddle to guess.

[ that aside ]

An assistance is needed! For baking a cake to a friend whom I favor greatly and who, I decided, celebrates his birthday today.

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[mansuetus]

[ goodness gracious Lydia we don't just read Machiavelli when bored. ]

Perhaps by the same people. Can they both fear and love us?

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[mathematically]

[ but why not? it stopped the boredom okay. ]

They can, but not at the same time. The emotions conflict too much if that happens. But there can be days or situations where they fear us, and others where they love us. Theoretically.

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[mansuetus]

then we must aspire for that. they should love us during most of their days and fear us when we want them to.

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[mathematically]

it shouldn't be too hard. just be as pleasant as can be normally but when they make us angry, show them what happens to those who do that.

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[mansuetus]

and then we will be the most beloved queens on the ship and yet not threatened.</font.

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[mathematically]

and if anyone dares too our noble subjects will make sure that whoever dares is reminded of who we are.

i've missed talking to you. for the record.

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[mansuetus]

certainly. one would be enough for the others to think twice of it.

And I you. we must never go so long without speaking to one another. shall we make it a rule?

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[mathematically]

and there's no excuses for being new. though we should be at least nice to them at first. make sure they know how we are normally.

not a rule, because everyone knows that those can be easily broken. a promise might be better.

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[mansuetus]

yes, we must. it would certainly win us their favor and they will have ours.

a promise. certainly. I will agree to that.

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[mathematically]

and we can live in almost perfect harmony.

and you'll keep it, right? i hate broken promises.

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[mansuetus]

I am a Borgia, queen Lydia. We do not go back from our promises to the ones we love.

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[mathematically]

And I'm someone you love. Shame on me for forgetting.

It's settled then, we promise to never go too long without speaking to each other. And if we do, the other should assume that something dire or— exceptionally important came up.

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[mansuetus]

and shame on me for not reminding you of such.

yes. that way we would hold to this promise; if we do not, we will know there is reason for concern.

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[mathematically]

I should have known regardless.

And we can check to make sure and not have to sit and worry needlessly.