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"...But I have no intention of appointing you as my personal attendant, Lady Arinaya."
The words settled between them.
Arinaya’s fingers twitched—just once—betraying the strain beneath her composure. Yet her spine remained straight, her chin lifted, and her dignity unbroken.
Levin watched her closely, then he continued, his voice calm, almost conversational.
"I have no shortage of attendants," he said. "They bring tea, they arrange chambers, and the ...
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