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rumor had it that you had trouble sleeping in the hearth , even less in the knave's absence ...
( a glance down , nuzzle earning something unexpected : a gentle swipe as if to bring the heir's eyes to rest . )
the details don't matter .
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you ask a lot of questions .
( tch . never change , aurelius . )
nothing grand . just ... to keep an eye on you is all . from the beginning , you seemed drawn to pulonia and i , leading arlecchino to pitch an idea .
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the young heiress relaxed as her hair was toyed with, soft purrs escaping her chest while she remained in this position.
“ and what choice was that..? ”
her curiosity would end up possibly killing her one day, but she had to know.