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... he dais, posture immovable, the Emperor’s Bloodhound carved into ceremony and discipline.
And Rafael was doing it on purpose.
Damian noticed. Of course he did. Nothing escaped the emperor’s attention, least of all the way Gregoris’s gaze kept returning, controlled, restrained, but undeniably fixed.
"A bit distracting," Damian remarked mildly, eyes flicking toward the pale shimmer of fabric and gold across the hall. "Your husband seems to be enjoying the evening."
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