The hatchet-faced woman certainly did not smile. He became very interested in one of the dark metal ravens inlaid in the haft of the ashandarei, so he would not have to meet her eyes. There's trouble. She knew she looked ready to use it; she was ready.
Turning his hat in his hands, he frowned uneasily at the palace. He has a letter supposedly from her. Everything alwaysLightnings39became clear then. Nodding, she pressed fingers to his cheek.
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