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Chapter Eleven: The Joke

Penulis: Hannie
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-10 09:48:55
TANYA'S POV

​The moment I returned to the quiet of my private guest chamber, I dismissed the attending maids with a gentle, appreciative smile. "You have all worked exceptionally hard tonight. Leave me to rest."

​"Yes, Lady Tanya. Goodnight."

​The heavy oak doors clicked shut, and a serene, heavy silence finally settled over the room.

​I walked over to the full-length mirror, slowly unfastening the damp velvet cloak from my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Turning my arm, I examin
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