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"They turned my love into a weapon; now I am the warrior they feared, and their end will be swift and merciless." ~Araneae Ruber
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PLACING THE ceramic plate that had two large slices of cake in his front, she gently placed the dessert fork on the napkin. She smiled at him.
"Here you go," She offered.
"Thank you, my lady. I am honored to be served by you." He replied.
Lady Luella waved him off. "It is alright."
Grabbing the wine bottle, she passed it to Ozed, silently asking him to open it up for them.
Ozed looked away from Aragon and stared down at the bottle she was handing to him. Luella tilted her to him, waiting for him to take it from her hands, which he did.
With furrowed brows, she asked, "Is something wrong?"
