Chapter 85: Devil’s throat – Part III
-Blanche- Lady Wilhelmina curtsied before us gracefully. Andre feared she could lose her balance and offered his hand to help her. It was undeniable for him, that this old lady was a relative. Although, it was still unclear the degree. “Dear King Andre.” She seemed genuinely happy and took Andre’s offer but momentarily. Someone else gave her a cane. “My Lady,” Andre acknowledged her greeting. She was wearing a long dress in similar style than mine, but hers had the same flower patterns I saw in the Lycan community I visited. Her shoulders were covered by a read shawl made from pashmina. I was curious to say the less but held my tongue and greeted her. “The clothes fit us perfectly, thank you.” I thanked her. “I’m glad, Your Highness.” her smile grew wider. Despite the fragility
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