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She huffed then, but said no matter else on the subject. Fine, it was so. She was older. But there would not be a day she would ever openly admit her aging and would use her youthful looks to her advantage despite this. She would play it out as long as she could, she would. But even if she looked younger, even three years old in looks outweighed the boy-king's age. 

Such youth, such spirit, which showed by his quiver of excitement. Whatever, whenever. I will find it for you. You tell me what deeds you want done, and I can give you whatever poltice or plant you desire which fit the bill. And you, she pauses, toying a moment but we all knew what she wanted. Will bless little den-mother here with a child to do whichever I desire with.