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ELENA
There was a knock at the door. It was Delma.
"Lord Andreas will be dining with you this evening," Delma said, rushing into the room. She was trying to fix my hair while giving me instructions. "You must dress properly; it should be clear that you are the leader's wife. People will see you together."
Delma handed me a dark dress with a leather belt at the waist. "You've been asked to wear these," she said. "Let's put your hair down over your shoulders, it will look more attractive."
I frowned. "Attractive to whom?" I muttered.
"Everyone will see you," said Delma. "They say Lord Andreas rejected you. You must put a stop to this, my lady. At least it should appear fine from the outside. That's what Lady Gwen wants, anyway, not me."
I silently acquiesced. How helpless I am. I
