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"They will feel the fire of my fury, a blaze ignited by their own betrayal and fed by my unyielding resolve." ~Araneae Ruber
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LUELLA TURNED to leave with Tiecia behind her. She side eyed the maid, wanting to ask her what she was talking to Heath about. She shook her head as she tried to not have it bother her. It wasn't her concern.
Tiecia was at arm's length waiting for her. Just because she wanted to scurry favor from the crown prince didn't mean she would openly let it happen. Not on her watch, though.
Nanette watched from her office window. She was seething inwardly at the dress Luella was wearing. "Who gave that wench the clothes she is wearing?" She questioned, not looking back at the people she was talking to.
