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Chapter 35: A Bethrotal Announced

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Nobody actually asked.

It wasn’t that she was worried about the engagement, or even the stag. It was the fact that nobody had actually asked her what she thought about it during the three days following the hunt. All they had done was send a flurry of letters, visit, congratulate, and have hushed conversations with lawyers. They had ordered her engagement dress, and had a printed announcement ready in the Imperial Gazette.

She had found out from the Gazette.

It was lying on the breakfast table,
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    Nobody actually asked.It wasn’t that she was worried about the engagement, or even the stag. It was the fact that nobody had actually asked her what she thought about it during the three days following the hunt. All they had done was send a flurry of letters, visit, congratulate, and have hushed conversations with lawyers. They had ordered her engagement dress, and had a printed announcement ready in the Imperial Gazette.She had found out from the Gazette.It was lying on the breakfast table, folded to the second page, and surrounded by a small black band. ‘With great pleasure His Grace the Duke of DeNova announces the engagement of his only daughter, Lady Evangeline to Commander Denovan Windemere (Hero of the Marrow Road), Captain of His Imperial Majesty’s White Battalion’.She read it three times.Her father was sitting opposite her, folding his napkin into his collar, and spreading butter onto a roll with great care, as if it was some sort of operation. He didn’t even look up. “I

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