Reincarnated As The Duke`s Fiancée

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ulated desperation of decades, men who drank because they had failed, women who prayed because

ke a diseased animal, bloated on secrets and vermin,

room, staring at the ceiling where w

lse's life. Each shift of my body sent a whisper of sound across the mattress, straw and old feathers complaining beneath me. T

mbers. They glowed like watchful eyes, orange, patient, jud

c was

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left m

I had

de of my head. I had not dared open it again since we left Ashford manor. Even the thought of its

ipped into the belt of my dress before we departed. A slender thing of silve

was a l

I died: survival did not require strength. It requ

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the wall be

thmic. D

long claws testi

d not breathe. The hairpin slid fully into my palm, the cool metal grounding

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as a s

little map," a

dust and splintered wood. It was raspy, papery, as if the speaker

rt

e, and pressed my back to the headboard. Th

here?" I

e forgotten," t

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e eye a

ed over, like old

e with unnerv

ce murmured. "He looks at you and sees a doo

ted slightly

ok at you and see a player who has not ye

I did not raise it further. This was

nized t

behind false walls and beneath city streets. Fixers. Brokers. P

you want?

d softly. "It is the only cu

ked, slow an

rd. We know what the Ashfords buried.

ach tig

now that a key that does not want to

atching m

eath. "But you... you have the look of someone who has

k deeper than

k the King's Treasury," the Broker continued. "What he has

orward des

mplet

A living cipher. And the oth

ye gl

black market o

ly, the walls pressing in wi

me this?

almost intimate, "the Duke plans to har

ath st

e," the Broker whispere

lid into me

er. But if you work with us, if you feed us the secrets of the Duke's trade routes, his t

of the w

tossed aside w

are not working for

a blunt instrument. He wants to bre

e stre

ach the capital for the winter season, look for the merc

ye wi

ching retreated, moving downward through the inn's guts, disappearin

st the headboard

n was

e was a potenti

ld my life to co

and touched t

now. Not fe

d a wife; he ne

rely stood watch, steel and loyalty embodied.

t had just crawled

ld no

ld no

kept. I would find the other half of the map. And when the ti

a

neve

re below, a fight broke out and ended just as abruptly. Someone vomite

clenched in my fist

thin and grey, filtered through dirty glass

ock

arp. Con

he mattress. When I opened the door, Alaric stood there in ful

flicked

pa

long

mudge of ink

metallic ink used i

not c

ered h

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