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Chapter 92
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Cassius called out to her as she approached. Avinia and Isla were only a few steps away, close enough to fetch her if she should be needed for anything but not so nearby so as to interfere. “How are you this fine day?” Kit’s cheeks burned with a blush and from the strain at smiling at her broad-shouldered beau. “I’m well, Cassius. How are you? Is that your stallion over there?” She remembered one of the first statements he’d ever made to her was that he’d like to take her riding. Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when
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