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... ght was deep. Beneath a palm tree by the roadside, Fringilla, a smug smile on her face, continuously fiddled with the jeweled hair clasp—inset with red, green, and blue gemstones—atop her head. Every so often, she would adjust its angle and ask, "Milord, do I look pretty?"
"Pretty." Lothar replied perfunctorily, feeling somewhat helpless.
She was indeed very pretty. The problem was, this was the fourth time Fringilla had asked him this question. He stole a glance at Banu out of t ...
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