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... ed by the faintest whisper of noise. The Duke assumed a solemn stance beside his desk, his presence commanding reverence, while Yuraon observed Bella’s careful movements as she poured steaming tea into a porcelain cup.
From time to time, the maid cast furtive glances toward the youthful King, not so much to admire his chiseled physique as to appraise his audacious demeanor. With each glance, she pondered silently, her thoughts veiled behind the facade of her menial tasks. Was such daring ...
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