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General Malcolm sighed after Rosalie had left. He noticed the smoking pipe the woman had dropped on the floor. Picking it up, he went outside to return it, but he met Freya and her father instead, with Oriana standing behind them.
"Uncle Malcolm!" Freya shouted, hugging the general closely. "I thought you grew old and died on a lonely island since you stopped visiting us."
Malcolm chuckled, hiding the pipe inside his pocket. "Freya, that's one way to welcome me. I see you've grown into a very beautiful young woman." Moving Freya to the side, he bowed to Oriana. "Your Majesty."
Oriana nodded, acknowledging the greeting. "Don't stop your reunion because of me," she said, raising the tray she had brought up. "I brought food."