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Akhtar’s answer to that was a tittering, almost scared half laugh.

Perhaps she was a foretelling of your coming early, Princess. He demurred, turning to the young girl. An eager student, so young and unawares.

For a moment, his teeth ached to blind her from the tension between her elders, let her stay young and naive to it. The notion was waved away with a horror that struck his eyes for mere seconds.

Ah, I have more lessons for you, if you are willing to give them heed. He intoned with mock seriousness, making his voice as deep and rumbly as he could.