Elara'S POV
I went to the dresser, pleased to find an assortment of new bras and panties, all in matching sets, which was more care than I ever took when selecting underwear. The silky and satiny fabrics felt luxurious under my fingertips. Was this all Maeve—or had the bosses…? I pushed that thought away. It didn’t matter, and I chose a satin set in forest green.
Much to my dismay, the wardrobe still only held fancy dresses and a couple of cloaks, as if this were the Middle Ages or some s**t. I wasn’t going to let the lack of functional attire deter me.
I was leaving. Tonight.
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Maeve entered to bring my dinner. She set the tray on the desk and said, “The lords are away tonight, but they’d like you to take breakfast with them in the morning, miss.”
I hid a grin. Perfect. With the
