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... barrassing," I muttered against his shoulder as Natha carried me to the dressing room.
He had called the servants to changed the bedsheet that got soaked with my sweats, as well as preparing a warm drink and light meal for me. I was already embarrassed that we had to call for servants in the middle of the night, but Natha even carried me in front of them. All I could do was clutch into him and buried my flustered face in his shoulder.
"Why?" Natha chuckled. "Are we doing somethin ...
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