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... click shut behind her.
She turned.
Francois stood there, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable. He had arrived quietly, slipping into the room like a shadow.
Beatrice exhaled sharply. Here we go again!
"Your Highness," she greeted, her voice neutral.
Francois took a slow step forward, his gaze sweeping across the room, from the dim candlelight to the still-ruffled papers on her desk.
"You’re restless," he observed, his eyes watching her ...
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