| Text | - "This is a solemn occasion, Lord Devan. I hope you weren't expecting a feast."
- "Perhaps one day you will rule in your own right, Jayne. Until then, you must be content."
- Devan looks blank. "Couldn't be better--" Jayne speaks over him. "Your war with Lord Regenard ravaged out lands. The smallfolk despise us."
- "You are welcome, Lord Devan. How do things fare in your lands?"
- "Of course," Lord Devan responds cheerily. Jayne narrows her eyes at him. "Yes, my [lord/lady]. As much as one can enjoy needlepoint and arranging flowers."
- "Jayne is very knowledgeable about your holdings, Lord Devan. Perhaps she should run them."
- Days after your successful recovery of Kirth's body, your daughter Jayne arrives with her husband Devan. "My [lord/lady]! Thank you for having us."
- "Jayne, it's a joy to see you again. Are you enjoying life as a lady?"
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