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Chapter 37: The Weight of a Formal Word

Author: Kathy L. Senior
last update publish date: 2026-09-16 23:07:04

CELLA

I write the refusal myself, three days after the courtier leaves, sitting alone in Mira's small office because it's the only room in the estate with a desk and enough quiet to keep my hand from shaking while I compose it.

I do not soften it. I've spent twenty-two years learning exactly how much softening my father's court requires before a woman's word is taken seriously at all, and I find, somewhere in the careful anger of drafting this letter, that I no longer have the patience left to
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