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To Vyrl, she seemed out of place here, a technocrat with an impeccable pedigree transplanted to a rustic setting that offered her no challenge. The whole town was in mourning. Betrothals among the noble Houses were political arrangements; his parents and Majda had probably been negotiating for months, even years. She noted a wink of approval from Ms.

Although Vyrl admired his mother's work in a theoretical sort of way, right now he had more concern for his growling stomach. She was mortified, though she reminded herself they weren't being arrested. Worse, the Escobarans' invasion had been a security breach, and while he'd not, technically, been on [12] For St.