It definitely was hers. The Lord Dragon, that is. ' And another thing. Tion's round face paled, and Modarra patted her shoulder.
A manservant with his dander ruffled could make your life miserable. The thought came sadly as he drove the blade home hard, then a second time, a third. Each woman bowed slightly as she was named, and touched fingers to her lips. He would announce nothing until legions moved into Andor, with her their figurehead.
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