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... than it should have—neither annoyed nor approving. Just... resigned, as if he’d expected the interruption.
The prime minister sighed, straightening his papers. "Lord Arden," he said, voice polite but strained, "perhaps you would allow your son to speak for himself."
My father lazily swirled his wine. "Ah? But I did let him speak." He waved in my direction. "He just hasn’t gotten to it yet."
Several dukes coughed to hide their amusement. Vredemann D’Arclight, however, only ...
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