“You know, if this betrothal no longer suits you-” he began, but I cut him off with a gasp. “Sweet sourcrout whatever gave you that idea?” I gasped. “Well, I’m not blind, honeybutton, I see the looks you share with the Rigel chap and I know he has a dastardly opinion about the throne, but perhaps that’s not such a bother. It is clear our ladies will rise regardless and once he has been cowed down by the sweet and stern hand of fate, he may become a suitable match for you.” “But what of Justin?” I cried. "Poor, sweet, foolish Justin who was so wrongfully accused? What kind of lady am I if I do
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