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... mmediately found Oliver’s familiar figure, but my breath caught when I noticed the man standing beside him.
King Francis Lorendia himself.
I recognised him from some painting I saw hanging.
Even from a distance, he had quite a presence.. The afternoon sunlight caught the golden threads woven through his deep burgundy doublet, each stitch worth more than our entire village could hope to earn in a harvest season.
His blonde hair, perfectly styled despite the day’s p ...
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