CHAPTER 38
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“Get the wines to the hall right away. Don’t keep the noblemen waiting!” Ragnar’s voice shook the kitchen, and all the girls scrambled up immediately, moving to grab their respective trays and jars of wine.
“I’m sorry, my lord. Lyra will take them in right away,” Madam Estelle apologized.
Akira's breath hitched the moment Ragnar's shadow filled the doorway. She wished she could fold herself into her dress and disappear before his eyes found her among the girls.
Madam Estelle stepped forward, chin lifted. “My lord,” she breathed, grabbing Ragnar’s attention back to her. But this time, something about her voice was unusually soft, and it surprised Akira.
Her hands smoothed down the front of her dress in a nervous stroke, and a grin stretched acro
