The Lost Door
"[.]me, but I had a nagging little thought in the back of my mind that all this etiquette would become boring after a while. As the last man bowed himself out of my room, de Lacy bent low. "My lord, there are guards at your door. You have only to call if you require anything." I thanked him once more. Greatly to my embarrassment, he again kissed my hand. "Your servant to the[.
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