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She walked into the rooms, her hand still on the large emperor’s arm. The slightly old-world formality of the Latharian culture was a little odd, but she was rapidly getting used to it. The luxury of the emperor’s apartments didn’t disappoint. She swept a gaze around, noting the larger-scale furniture and lush soft furnishings. The emperor obviously liked nice things.
Her gaze scanned the room automatically and she stiffened at the sight of the big combat bot in the corner. Bigger than the ones in the corridor and a different design, it hunkered down like a malevolent metallic spider.
“Don’t worry,” Daaynal said by her ear. “It’s deactivated. Perfectly harmless, I promise you.”
“Really?” She couldn’t take her eyes off it as the emperor led her further into the room, twisting to keep
