Chapter 21
Mistress Giovianne Lios, with her luscious golden hair loosely framing her fair skin, was a pleasant, soft-spoken woman who had not a single bad bone in her body. At least, that was what Senya could gather from her short but interesting conversation with the small woman. Though she was beautiful, Giovianne’s frailty was heartbreakingly obvious. Petite could have described her once, but now even that was generous. Her face was thin, almost hallow, her wrists so thin they looked like bare bone, and her eyes appeared sunken and not as bright as Senya knew they once were. Whatever ailment that had burdened her hadn’t completely lifted even after Misa had done her magic. “Mother,” Tyrion said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. It had surprised Senya to see him so concerned over her. “Perha
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