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... d frost had crept in around the corners of the glass. Her first thought wasn’t of war or titles or Da Ville whispers.
It was of Francois, still standing at her window when she finally fell asleep.
He hadn’t said goodbye. Just stayed until the air grew cold and her body gave up its fight with exhaustion. When she stirred once in the early morning, the chair beside the hearth was already empty.
By the time she dressed and emerged into the corridor, the palace was already st ...
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