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Wines and whispers

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last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 21:40:57

The clink of silver and the soft rustle of silk filled the grand dining hall of the Delacroix estate. Candles flickered in crystal sconces, their golden light dancing off gilded walls and polished wood. The long banquet table gleamed under its opulent feast—roasted pheasant, candied apples, honey-glazed carrots, cheeses wrapped in fig leaves, and goblets filled with spiced red wine.

Yet none of it could distract from the woman seated at the Duke’s right hand.

Seraphine sat stiffly, back straight, hands resting gently in her lap. The soft gold gown she now wore—borrowed hastily from Celestine’s old wardrobe—clung to her like borrowed skin. Her hair had been loosely pinned by Nana Elspeth’s trembling fingers, but no amount of grooming could prepare her for the icy glares burning into her from across the table.

Celestine’s smile was the most brittle of all.

Lady Jane, seated beside her favored daughter, wore a mask of strained politeness. Her fingers clutched her wine goblet tighter with
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