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sakai was very tall.

tamar kept her head bowed as his shadow fell across her body. when he settled, she did the same, wrapping red-gold plume around her paws. it was becoming somehow apparent that sakai did not understand his place in their hierarchy — and to what he was entitled.

"i will stay," the maidservant said softly. again her gaze was raised to his face. "what would you want to know?"