“I wouldn’t hurt it,” she said. “Orchids are delicate. It does not need you poking at it.” “What did you call it? An awkward…what?” “An orchid.” “Orchid.” She tried out the word, savoring its shape in her mouth. “What an odd name. Orchid.” “It’s from an ancient Greek word,” he said irritably. “Orkhis.” “Oh. You’re going to educate me. Very well.” She folded her hands and waited politely. “You don’t sound thrilled,” he remarked. “On the contrary, my lord. I’m always thrilled when a man wants to tell me all the important things he knows.” His brows hitched a fraction. “I suppose now you will
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