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The gods must really hate me.
That’s the only explanation I have for why, out of all possible solutions in the world—snow caves, chicken coops, even building a luxury igloo—Alvar decided that sharing a room with me was the "most logical" option.
Now here I am. Standing in my own chamber. Watching him place his sword neatly by the bedside like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Meanwhile, I’m clutching my pillow like a maiden about to be sacrificed t ...
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