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Tell her to bring poppies, she replied, and found herself unable to speak further. She gave a gracious nod to Ramesses for his mercy and turned, stomach churning as she left his chambers.

Gucci. Husband.

It wasn't as if she disliked the little dog—quite the opposite. But she saw him more as a child, or at the very least an underling, despite their shared nobility. To be married to him. . .

But it could be worse.

It was worse.

Everything was worse.

Maegi collapsed upon reaching her own room and dry heaved, unable to bring anything up.

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