Chapter 42 Yet Maximiliano, whose face was remarkably handsome for his age, showed a kindly smile—one of those rare smiles these days directed at Duke Ijar. “Exile? Hardly. It must, of course, be a loudly generous reward. On the surface, it will make it so that neither Escalante nor Valeztena would dare retaliate.” “How could driving her out so she...
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