“Your gems can be replaced, and new gowns can be sewn twice as lovely as the old. To me, you’re the most precious thing within these walls. The Red Keep is not safe either, but it’s a deal safer than here. I want you there.” “In the kitchens.” Her voice was flat. “Scouring pots.” “For a short while.” “My father made me his kitchen wench,” she said, her mouth twisting. “That was why I ran off.” “You told me you ran off because your father made you his whore,” he reminded her. “That too. I didn’t like scouring his pots no more than I liked his cock in me.” She tossed her head. “Why can’t you
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