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... am not a princess. My mother was the king’s mistress, Liv. That makes me a bastard, just like you." The baron’s wife waved her hand at a finely carved wooden bench with stuffed cushions arranged atop it, and Liv took a seat, leaving her crutch on the floor at her feet.
"Begging your pardon," she said, "but unless you were scrubbing chamber pots in the palace, m’lady, we’re not entirely alike."
Rhea laughed out loud, taking another chair for her own. "She has you there, Julie," sh ...
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