The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. ‘It’s a pretty name. ” “Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse.
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