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His mother was seated on his couch, and his father was in the kitchen preparing two glasses of Krinar wine.
“Sef, my dear,” Sarina said in Krinar. Her eyes widened as she noticed who was behind him.
“Who is this?” His mother stood, her pale rose gown displaying her natural beauty. She looked as young as Sef and Soren, even though she had to be older than them.
“This,” he said as he gently pried Harper off his back and guided her in front of him, “is Harper. My charl.”
“You have a charl?” His mother’s head tilted slightly, puzzled but not displeased.
“It’s a recent development.” He felt his face flush with embarrassment. No matter how old he was, explaining his romantic entanglements to his mother would always be awkward.
“Well, let me see her.” Sarina beckoned Harper forward with
