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CHAPTER TWELVE
Morrigan twirled around showing her dress to Lydia, she giggled as she dances with her every step and twirl. “What do you think, Lydia?” Morrigan ecstatically asked Lydia, however, it seems that Lydia is deep in her thoughts. Morrigan noticed that Lydia was zoning out and didn’t really heed any attention to her. Lydia was only staring at the marble floor, her face sullen. “What are you thinking?” Lydia jumped from shock, her eyes met Morrigan's worried eyes. Morrigan blinked twice and put her hand on Lydia’s forehead. “You’re not sick, are you not feeling well? Why do you look like you’re in deep thoughts?” She asked innocently. Lydia knows that even if she says something against the king's cousin she will need concrete evidence to back up her claims. Ever since the day she saw the duke having an illicit tryst with a palace maid she had grown cautious, whenever she encounters the duke she veers out of the way and dare not l
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