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The match-maker had been doing her job for a very long time, longer than anyone probably knew. She had met dozens of hundreds of would-be brides in her line of work, some far worse than others and some less capable, even a few who turned out to less interest in marrying men than they did with washing their faces. Yet, never before had she met one young woman who, in spite of her pretty face, was so rude, so obnoxious, so incompetent in behaving like a proper lady that she would actually make the match-maker reconsider her entire course of life. Fa Mulan. That brat had humiliated her, not only personally, but publicly in front of an entire cro

Tharja's portly cheeks lifted with a smile as she glanced over her shoulder, seeing her two large and lovely children waddle their way into the kitchen. The dark mage, or rather 'former' dark mage as she rarely conducted with black magic or the arcane arts anymore since the days of her second pregnancy, tapped her wooden spoon against the rim of the large boiling pot, shaking off some loose water as she brought up a stray noodle she'd scooped out and put it to her lips. She swallowed it with a quick slurp, and she could taste it as it rolled over her tongue and down into her throat, passing through the space within her especially thick neck.