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... d three years old. Beside the child, Layme was smiling. On the other side, a man’s image had been torn away.
“Ah, Princess? What brings you here....”
“I just came.”
“You could have called me to come instead.”
“Why? Am I not allowed to visit Dame Layme’s room?”
“Of course not. You’re always welcome.”
Layme was a loyal assassin, a vassal, and now Rebecca’s last remaining confidant.
Sometimes a little slow, but exceptional in skill as an assas ...
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