“These women are here in the service of the Crown,” Luther said coolly. “Is this how we treat His Majesty’s guests?” “But they were—” Luther’s fist tightened to a ball, and the cords constricted around the guard’s neck, choking off his protest. “No, Your Highness,” he finally wheezed out. “Then apologize.” His eyes narrowed. “Be convincing.”
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