Were the priests men? We called them the brotherhood, but had anyone asked their preference? I kept those questions inside and looked to Zavier. Unlike the others, he was still staring straight ahead at the wall. Expressionless. Was he this blasé about everything? Or just this marriage? Why claim a bride prize if you didn’t want anything to do with said bride? A low chuckle filled the room. My attention whipped to the source. The Guardian. How was any of this funny? I gave him my fiercest glare. He laughed again. Poison. I was definitely poisoning that man. Was it bad to plot someone’s murder
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