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... racticed grace. Her fingers slipped over the ties of his cloak, unfastening it with the same silent precision she had once shown with a blade. The cloak slid from his shoulders, pooling at his feet, leaving him in his travel tunic and leather trousers.
As she turned to fetch a clean uniform, Mikhailis studied her. She no longer wore her full knight’s armor. Instead, her attire struck a balance between practicality and elegance—an asymmetrical silver-and-blue tunic that hinted at a dress ...
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