Leaving Belaurii, from Fen's Memoirs

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Misha had recuperated from his run-in with the Lord of Inger and back to his usual routine. It was none-too-soon for me. My mother seemed unavoidable around the court. Ompar's gregarious nature began to wear me down. It had been too long since Roarke's last correspondence and nearly three weeks since sweet, beautiful and petite Zyta had been set loose on an unsuspecting D'Hir. Everything was about to change.


I woke Misha, who was lying fully dressed on the bed, by poking his arm until he grumbled.

"I suppose you're ready, princess."

"Quite."

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