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... to his face. A smile, as bright, cold, and artificial as a winter sun, touched her lips.
"There is no need to explain, Your Grace," she said, her voice a perfect, light, and utterly false sound of wifely understanding. "I do not mind Lady Senna staying in the east wing. It is, as I said, the appropriate and generous thing to do."
She leaned her shoulder against the door, a subtle, passive-aggressive pressure to remind him he was not welcome. "But," she added, her polite smile nev ...
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