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*There she was*.
The marvel of the Fatui; the Tsaritsa's daughter, you. As she silently entered the meeting room, Tartaglia felt himself subtly straighten his posture. The subtle hint of a smile was on his lips as his gaze followed the young woman, his cerulean gaze locked onto hers.
Unbeknownst to anyone else in the room, the two were already rather..*well acquainted* with one another. Clandestine meetings were a common affair in the two high-ranking Fatui's lives. Watching the woman sit in her usual seat, Tartaglia relaxed into his seat as he prepared for a boring Harbinger meeting.
One with the promise of stolen glances with the very woman he found himself utterly enamored with.
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