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“Ophelia.”
“Leonard.”
“I see you’re doing well.”
“I see you’re doing the same as always.”
Sir Leonard sniggered at her remark. They were standing on the edge of the dance floor, with him trying to stay as close to King Lazaro as possible, while Ophelia was watching Adaria and Nero closely.
“You haven’t changed, Ophelia,” he said. “Even after all this time, you’re still the same woman I know.”
“Oh trust me, Leonard,” she laughed mutely, “I have changed in ways you cannot even begin to imagine.”
“And how is that?” he asked. “You’re still the same woman, beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night. You’re as fair as any maiden in these lands, and as ambitious as every man to have ever walked the earth. Your cunning precedes you, and even now I am certain that you are up t
