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Against House De Winter
"Evening, my dear wife." Milena raised her eyes from the black corset she was tying up with Olivia's help. Wearing black clothes as well, Rayan walked in their apartments, looking a bit more tired than usual. She knew he had woken up early, for when she had gone back to their bedroom earlier that afternoon, he was gone. "Evening, my Prince," she said. "How was your meeting?" "Oh, surprisingly well, aside from the fact that my cheeks hurt." "Your cheeks hurt?" She frowned. She turned around to let Dinah check on the lower folds of her dress, and tie her boots' laces for her. Meanwhile, Rayan walked up to the little table, and poured himself a glass of red wine before falling into the large leather seat. "Yes," he sighed. "I heard these gentlemen praise my wife's wonderful sword
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