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... your job to protect me."
"Physically," Rowan corrected. "Emotionally? Socially? Politically? You’re on your own, High Consort."
Chris dragged both hands down his face. "I can’t do this. Not today. I’m exhausted. I’m embarrassed. My legs barely work."
His phone buzzed again.
SERATHINE—VIP COUNCIL:
Christopher. Do not panic. We only wish to discuss your posture, your breathing, and the fact that you lean into the king like he’s oxygen. Sit straight.
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