WARNING: 18+
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Adeline's gaze had fallen upon the robe bestowed upon her by Ragnar, and a wave of frustration had washed over her. "Cursed Gamaaloth!" she had exclaimed, her voice laced with irritation.
Perplexed by Adeline's outburst, Lady Sophia had looked at her with a questioning expression.
In a hushed tone, Adeline had explained, "Gamaaloths possess a mysterious allure in their scent." She had rolled up Ragnar's robe haphazardly, a mix of annoyance and curiosity in her eyes.
"I guess we still need this cloak. I'll wash it properly, but for now, My Lady, you'll have to bear the cold a little longer and wear your usual robes."
"No, Adeline, the robes won't dry in time. Tomorrow morning, Ragnar and I will take to the skies and journey to Tornbridge Fort for crucial negotiations regarding the upcoming war," Lady Sophia had declared with determination.
