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Not a Proper Queen
Knox’s POV In an effort to bridge the animosity between us after I rejected her truce, I held out my hand to Aira when I stepped out of the carriage. She ignored it. Rage boiled in my gut. “I have work to do,” I told her. “But you go right ahead and do whatever you want.” “Thank you. I will,” she replied. It was so close to something she might have thought that without saying aloud I had to stop myself from grinning. Maybe if her thoughts met her mouth, people would see how unfit she was to be anyone’s queen. I left her and her lady’s maid and walked over to see Xylander, who was frowning over, Goddess help me, a great snapped piece of wood. “Another truss?” I asked, looking at the damage. “Another truss,” he confirmed. I swore. “Why does this keep happening?” Xylander shook his
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