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... ably staffed places ever were.
Gregoris was already up.
He sat in the armchair near the tall windows of what had, very recently, become their bedroom, one long leg crossed over the other, a cup of black coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other. Reports scrolled past with the steady rhythm of logistics and security updates, the world continuing to demand his attention regardless of coronations, scandals, or newly acquired husbands.
On the low table by his chair waited ...
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