Russell is standing really close to Sophie-Ann. Now he's touching her. Ew ew ew. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she folds her arms tighter around herself to form a defense against his royal cooties.

"I had no choice," she tells the Magister, resignedly.

At this point, the Magister sees where this is going. He's being backed into a corner, and he doesn't like it.

"Your Majesty..."