As she reached for the linen, Sabran caught her wrist. Ead grew very still. An Ordinary Chamberer did not have leave to touch the queen, and this time Roslain had made no promises to overlook it. “The rose smelled beautiful, Mistress Duryan.” Sabran slid her fingers between hers. Thinking she meant to say more, Ead leaned down to hear—but instead, Sabran Berethnet kissed her on the cheek. Her lips were soft as swansdown. Gooseflesh whispered all over Ead, and she fought the need to let out all her breath. “Thank you,” Sabran said. “It was generous.”
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