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"Their betrayal will be their death. From their ashes, I'll build my empire. They will drown in their own lies. In their screams, I'll find my solace." ~Araneae Ruber
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SER. ARAGON'S FACE twisted in confusion. "Who told you that, my lady?"
"Does it matter who told me or not?"
He took steps to close their distance as the gun on his hip tingled as it hit something. "Of course it does. That person is ruining my image and reputation."
Luella chuckled, "I am sure this has nothing to do with your image and reputation." She said, clarifying his worry.
'But it does. You probably think the worst of me.' He wanted to yell his thoughts to her and have her understand him. But he couldn't, as she was somewhat right.
Somewhat.
Not entirely right. It was true he didn't like the late duke, but it wasn't an extension to his daughter at all.
