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op became unbearable, my maid

velope in her hand. "My lady," she panted,

thick, creamy parchment. Inside was not a l

crest that made my heart stop. A d

he Kensington

e second-floor balcony. The curtain was

ty? And he w

stion it. This was an opp

and placed the voucher

laced by an expression of profound awe. He took the voucher with

, his voice hushed. "Pl

nd placed it in an ornate box, handling it l

t has been covered in full b

ad silent. Ever

Dragonless, was holding a king's r

rage. He stared at me, his golden eyes bu

owed poison, her face contorted w

thur, giving him a gra

ted my packag

with the small perfume bottle at my waist. A fine mist o

not yet recognizing the

t something, little sister, you should ask your betrothed to buy it for y

ison darts, and t

r twisted faces, I swept out of t

ly let out a shaky breath. My

ttle w

. Arthur would "helpfully" inform him that I had purchased Duskroot, an herb used

ith jealousy. That my coldness, my public defia

uline dragon ego

that night, to "comfort" the pining w

idea what

gnolia's slow poison. By the time her face began to rot, no one w