Jessica Robinson
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Princess Lyland's idea isn't bad at all. The first phase will be finding interested noblewomen. Then, the second step will be selling the paintings at the highest price. Her highness organised a tea party to advertise the paintings. Her friends were astonished by the one in her lodgings, so much that they started making questions about the painter. They wanted to know him, to have him paint for them too... Ah, it would have been so profitable. Too bad that my Duke is too busy for this. He…-
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Princess Lyland is as clingy as her brother. Well, she does not insist on touching me, at least. But she spends a lot of time with me. She doesn't let me stay alone for long when Alexander is away. At some point, she even asked to touch my belly. I couldn't refute her, so I had to endure her light hand caressing my stomach with curiosity. ?It's a miracle, isn't it?? she asks, widening her eyes. ?A new life!? ?Yes, it is,? I chuckle. ?Aren't you scared?? ?It's a bit late for that,? I point…
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There are some smaller buildings, here and there. I guess the lower-tier nobles live in this part. Those that can't afford accommodation in the central building of the Palace. Then, the buildings get more frequent, and the gardens almost disappear. As members of the royal family, we were supposed to stay in the inner part of the Palace. Yet, Alexander exchanged his lodging with the western wing of the Palace. Seeing the size of the gardens, the Princess followed him there and claimed half of the…
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We meet the caravan from Kyre near the capital's walls. They've been waiting for us for months, poor people. Kate runs out from her carriage, happy to see me. ?My Lady, you're finally back,? she screams when I can hear her. ?It's been so long, my Lady!? The rest of the servants seem to agree with her: they don't glare at the show but accept it with a simple nod. Alexander is so irresponsible at times. He left these people to wait for two months, alone. In the end, we reached the Palace in time…
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After quite some time, the first to arrive are the guards. I narrow my eyes, trying to sharpen my sight, and I recognise the uniforms: the royal guards! ?You contacted the Palace!? I whisper to Alexander. There's no need to talk in a low tone since we're far from the crossroad where the slavers will be caught by chance. However, it feels conspiratorial to whisper all the time. And it reminds me that my husband and I have plotted this together. It's our first joint venture! ?Yes,? he replies,…
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I've already finished packing my things. I instructed Prim to make sure we haven't left anything behind. After two days in the dazzling company of the Viscount, I'm more than willing to return to the woods and stay with a bunch of bandits for a month. At least, they didn't make remarks on my supposed utility. As soon as Alexander is back, we'll leave. ?We can't afford to raise suspicions,? I explain to Prim, who is eating her nails because of nervousness. ?We have to wait and leave without hurry.…
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After listening to Alexander's plan and helping him correct some details, I have to admit that it is wicked for real. He has a talent for coming up with creative solutions. What I like the most about it, though, is that I will have a role. It's a first, and I'm not sure it's because my husband is starting to trust me. But it's a start. ?This fief isn't on the way from Asteria to Kyre,? I comment. ?There are plenty of better roads... It's not even the fastest while going to the capital, but it depends…
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After walking back to the chamber, Alexander and I prepare for the night. Prim helps me get out of the dress and combs my hair while Alexander does on his own. Once finished, the girl leaves after a curtsey. She's learned a lot in a few hours. Finally alone, Alexander walks to me and crouches in front of the chair. I lift my eyebrows, surprised. This scene feels familiar... It's so similar to when he apologised to me the first time, after leaving me for a week to cope alone with the evil court.…
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?Ambassador Zolokis?? Alexander mutters, narrowing his brows. He clenched the knife with his gloved hand, but he soon relaxes, remembering the situation we're in. He's now used to cutting food with his left hand since he doesn't take the glove off before sleep. Months have passed from the day he was injured. There must be a scar on his palm, but I've never seen it because he hides it away. Is it because of me? But most of all, is this the right moment to think about this? There are more urgent…
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The table is round, here in Viscount Prothus's dining room. Hence, there is no end to it. We're all sitting as equals, which is surprising given this man's character. I haven't uttered a word from the start of the dinner. I just nodded when Alexander asked me if I wanted some water. Maybe, this is too much. But my husband isn't making me understand if there are issues, so I better continue like this. The jewels I'm wearing are heavy and shiny, the dress elegant and detailed. I'm just like any…
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