"Get your hands off the silk, I can do it myself!"Noah yanked the heavy, gold-threaded fabric away from the maid’s reach. His voice hit a pitch that made his throat ache, a strained, melodic reediness that felt like a tightrope walk. The girl recoiled, eyes wide, her hands hovering in the air like startled birds."But, my Lady Abigail," she stammered, "the King’s orders were absolute. We are to prepare you for the welcome feast. The layers—""I know how to dress myself," Noah snapped. He gripped the edge of the privacy screen until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. "Out. All of you. Now."The maids scurried, their soft slippers whispering against the marble floor before the heavy oak doors clicked shut. Noah slumped against the wall, the air leaving his lungs in a jagged rush. His chest felt like it was being crushed. The linen bindings beneath the corset were too tight, digging into his ribs with every breath, but they were the only thing keeping him from a hangman’s noose.He lo
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