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Mobile is unkind.

Want – Arsenio frowned at her words but did not argue against them.

The autumn maid did not wish to be near him, it seemed. She had grown tired of the questions, surely. The misthofóros watched her from the edge of his gaze. Tamar’s eyes searched the moon, her face illuminated by the touch of its pale light. The Greek wondered what thoughts occupied her mind in that very moment, that faraway look on her lovely face.

Tamar bid him goodnight and turned to leave him.

Kalinychta, Támar, Arsenio’s graveled voice called quietly back to her.

The mercenary remained there, eyes on the moon, for a short while longer before he turned and ventured back to his post outside of the queen’s quarters.