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LADY BAEVERA
“If looks could kill.” Winter shook her head as she scrubbed a tunic. “They have been glaring at you all afternoon.”
“Ignore them. It is what I do.” I poured another bucket of cold water into the washing basin.
“Rumor has it you deliberately sabotaged Lily.” Millina rinsed out a skirt. “They say you manipulated Lord Revandrel into choosing you that night.”
Winter smirked. “That you used bribery and luring to make him reject Lily and slip behind the curtains with you.”
I sighed, my hands immersed in suds and cloth. We were in the rear courtyard washing our clothes, as most maidens were, for the sun was at its fiercest today.
Across the yard sat the so-called elite courtesans, gathered underneath a cluster of sunshades with platters of fruit and little cups of swee
