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A Letter
Lucan straightened slowly, his eyes widening a little. "What did you say?" The servant, recognising the gravity of what she had just come to announce and how it would potentially put her at risk of losing her head, immediately went on her knees, bowing. "Your Highness, she..." "Are you really concerned for a p********e, Your Majesty? I thought you would not have any use for her, considering you were so bent on marrying me." Lucan cursed under his breath, his chest heaving. Claude was more than just one of the other women who sometimes graced his chambers. She knew him more than anyone else did, and she took care of him without him having to ask for it. It felt almost like a gaping hole that she would just suddenly leave, that she would suddenly run away without even a word. "What indi
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