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... st men would have tensed. Most servants would have quaked, their backs stiff, their hands trembling as if the weight of noble gazes burned away their confidence, peeling their ego like fruit skin.
But not him. Not Aiden.
It was exhilarating. To sit across from them—their lineage older than kingdoms, their mana-rich blood humming like coiled storms—and not falter. To smother their flames, to make their embers flicker toward him, not away.
The tea garden was heavy with perf ...
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