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Trevelyan is a tall, square-jawed student whose dark wavy hair shines in the candlelight. Their brown skin is bare and unadorned. "What I'm supposed to tell you," they say, "is that Gallatin College has welcomed aristocracy and royalty alike to our humble walls over the centuries. But…"
They deliberately cast aside their notes. Mr. Griffith folds his arms impatiently, but he remains still.
"Are we truly humble, even at Gallatin?" Trevelyan continues. "Almost every one of us is wealthier than ninety percent of Westerlin. False modesty only serves to hide that. And as for royalty…"
They fling out an arm in your direction, and everyone turns to look at you.
"…is having a prince come here for dinner even something to be proud of, when attending a school with the rest of us is an act of political manipulation?"
There's a dramatic pause.