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... myself for the hundredth time if I regret taking this job as I watch a tiny figure with wild raven hair leap from one tree branch to another like an untamed monkey. My heart clenches with every jump, every reckless move, and I can already feel the headache forming behind my temples.
Mirelle, Princess Mirelle, is going to be the death of me.
Some passing servants pause to observe the spectacle, casting me sympathetic glances. I catch one of them whispering,
"Poor Joan," b ...
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