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Anairë nodded gratefully to him, cursteying again. This time, she did not look up at him, but kept her place as she knew it to be - as a servant.

"Yes, my lord. Thank you."

After helping Findis from her dress and putting it safely away, she left the room as she was dismissed, waiting to be escorted out, taking a deep breath when she found herself back in the fresh air of Tírion. It was liberating, to escape the pressure that being in such a situation as that laid on her shoulders, and there was a load off of her now that Findis' dress was complete.

But the work was far from done. There were still dresses for the other ladies to be made, and though the design was far simpler, there were far more of them to be made. She would indeed be working long into the night, and likely getting little to no sleep before the wedding took place.

But it was worth it. Very worth it, because it could mean her entire family's well-being for generations to come.

But for now, she was going to relax for a few moments before heading home to begin her work. Sitting on the marble steps outside of the king's home, she bent down to remove her shoes. She had put them on this morning because they were lovely, and she wanted to look her best, but they were truly very uncomfortable and she was glad to get them off. Freed from that bond, she skipped down the stairs, her dark hair trailing behind her, and making for the closest gate. The flowers, and the winds of the hills, were calling.

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After she had dressed again, Findis sought her brother, giving him a bit of an annoyed look as she found him.

"Must you flirt with my servants? We all know that you are not in the least bit interested in them, and yet you insist on tormenting me."

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