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From Thunderlord Chapter 18
When Alayna arrived back at her chambers, every detail of
the sitting room had been made perfect, from the perfectly laid, brightly
burning fires to the bouquet of dried strawflowers in an exquisite vase of
polished green stone. The chair pillows had been plumped and precisely placed.
Dimitra herself stood waiting, hands loosely clasped before her. She inclined
her head and curtsied, as a servant to her mistress, as she had not done
before. Her eyelids still looked puffy, but her hair had been tidied and her
expression revealed nothing of what she had just endured. She waited for Alayna
to speak.
We can never be
friends after this, Alayna thought. But
then, we never were.
She began to compliment Dimitra on how pleasant the room
was, but then held her tongue. It was Dimitra’s responsibility to ensure that
these rooms, and clothes and meals and anything else Alayna might fancy, were
all provided. After all, no one thanked a man
for fulfilling his duty.
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