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Melissa Spatiatis. “Don’t bother looking at them.” Pletora says to me as I help her fold laundry. While I lift my gaze, there are servants in the area who are consistently passing by and looking in our direction. I can only trace it to one thing, the rumours have spread like wild fire that I shared the same bed with the king in the woods. So, they probably think a wolfen shared a bed with the king. “I’m trying not to.” I say, successfully folding another item. “They can only gossip. After what happened to Angelo, no one would try to fight or bully you. Taking in front of your face is the only thing they are able to do.” Pletora says, taking a new basket of laundry and pouring it over the working table. “Angelo…” “What did the king do to him?” I ask, curious as to what punishment the
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