+ MedoraI stopped a few feet away from the stone fountain.The damp dungeon air tasted like wet iron and old dirt. The orange torchlight flickered against the walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. My ex-mate knelt on the cold rock. His wrists hung from thick iron chains bolted to the fountain's base.He stared at my dark blue silk robe. He looked at my bare feet. He looked at the two armed Ironholt guards keeping their heads bowed in my presence.His brain struggled to catch up with reality. The math didn't work for him. The last time he saw me, I wore a torn wool dress and scrubbed dishes in the Fletchling kitchen.He realized I held the power here. So the arrogant idiot made his choice.He tried to play me.He fixed his posture. He pulled his shoulders back, trying to look dignified in his ruined, muddy suit. He plastered a smooth, fake smile across his face."Medora," he purred.His voice dripped with cheap, practiced charm. He used the exact same tone he used bac
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