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He stroked his beard as he reminisced then took a deep breath.

Pycelle: I assume that you have summoned me to impart advice to Your Grace as I did to your father and every monarch since his… Sad departure from this world.  

He stepped forward and up several steps, his eyes sweeping across her lithe body and settling on the rising and falling breasts.

Pycelle: Now that you have come to more… civilised lands, Your Grace.  I am sure you will welcome my wisdom as many young women have done over the decades and put yourself into my hands for ahem… Guidance!