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Adrial
“Is she really going to marry the King?” Taddy asked, taking a long time shifting everything on the tea tray into perfect lines. He moved the mugs for the fourth time, squinting at the handles to be sure they were exactly parallel.
“You were there when we sent out the announcements to be posted.” Adrial squinted at the copse of trees he’d drawn on the top corner of the page.
I need something darker for the shadows.
“And you were raised in the house with Lady Karron.” Taddy poured tea into a mug, stirring it slowly before adding anything in. “Like you were her brother.”
“I suppose she’s as near to being my sister as anyone could be.” Adrial tipped the slanted portion of his worktable back, searching for a different angle of the light.
“So if your near sister is going to be
