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"I'm not comfortable with that human slave around my king," Lady Nymeria spoke, her voice low and venomous, as she stared out the window of Lord Mortis's study. Her slender fingers were balled into fists, and her eyes flashing with rage.
She had come to see Lord Mortis after being violently thrown out of the King's castle the day before, and even after hours of thinking about it, she was still reeling from the shock of the king's behavior. How could he treat her in such a manner after the decades she had spent serving him? She was struggling to wrap her head around it.
Lord Mortis removed his gaze from the scroll he was studying, fixing Lady Nymeria with a weary gaze. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice neutral, but with a hint of curiosity.
Lady Nymeria turned bac
