Chapter 10 NOTICING HER BEAUTY

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Across the table, Maelor is humming. It is a low, buoyant tune and it is utterly grating to my nerves at seven in the morning. He buttering a slice of spiced bread with a spring in his wrist that makes me want to fling my goblet through the window.

Or maybe at his face.

"Must you radiate s...

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