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I followed the servants to Fashire's wing, taking discreet hallways as the usual ones were busy with the new guests.
Halfway through, I got a little tired. Mentally. In a barren passage, the servants stopped when I stopped and I let out an exasperated sigh as I leaned sideways against the wall, bringing a fisted hand to my forehead. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, trying to remain calm.
He wasn't someone to easily give up, and just when I thought I'd be able to use him and everything he still finds one way or the other to frustrate me and I can't be coming up with lists upon lists of what he should and shouldn't do, especially when it came to jeopardising me.
He was dangerous, and I was the one underestimating him. Still, I needed to be calm. I saw no sense in this, and I had absolutely no interest in being dragged into family matters. The Deceased Lands, Paloma and the high priestess were my only concerns, not the stupid royals and their courts.
