Sylvie was nervous. Today was her first day as secretary to the Lord of Crimson Vale.
She held no fondness for Arthur; in fact, she harbored a deep wariness.
In her eyes, this lord was just another Imperial Noble wrapped in a gentler guise, fundamentally no different from the repulsive aristocrats of the Valorian Dominion.
She arrived at the lord’s chambers precisely on time, only to find him sitting cross-legged on the floor in
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