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... a makeshift mirror to tidy her hair. A few loose strands brushed against the apricot-colored nape of her neck.
Tristan, who had been watching the scene with a longing to gaze at it forever, finally took a step forward.
At the sound of unfamiliar footsteps echoing through the familiar corridor, Dorys turned her head.
"Oh, Prince Tristan."
"Hello, Dorys."
"You greet me as if we’re meeting for the first time today. Do you have something to say?"
"The ...
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