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Kiria
Jori, from across the table, took Kiria’s glass and filled it with sparkling wine. He winked at the servant standing behind her who no doubt felt snubbed or ashamed at shirking that duty. Kiria didn’t protest when he handed it back.
The atmosphere at dinner was tense. Kiria’s mother had invited Chetana, although she wasn’t normally invited to such intimate gatherings anymore. Daelon sat beside his mother, his eyes often on Kiria.
Atty was the opposite. He could barely look at her. It had been well over a week but the tension hadn’t softened.
She took a sip of wine and spoonful of the hearty soup in front of her. It smelled like creamy onions and beef with the slight tang of fish sauce.
No one talked about the inevitable conflict with the Tanyu. It was heavy on everyone’s min
