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he swept into a bow without a second thought.

my apologies, Medjay. respect given for his accidental startle. he should have known better than to be walking halls in the dark alone! yet he had been so busy and it was well within their heart of the palace.

shall i arrange a meal for you? warm baths before you rest? he knew that some wished to end their wine nights on gluttonous notes and others with further relaxation.