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... around her chatted and laughed, their voices a cacophony of fake politeness and thinly veiled judgment.
[Just smile and nod,] she told herself. [Pretend you belong here.]
A portly man with a walrus mustache approached, eyeing her scales with barely concealed distaste.
"Lady Armia, isn’t it? Quite... unusual to see a darian at these gatherings."
Armia forced a smile.
"General Neal was kind enough to invite me. I’m honored to be here."
[Even if I’d r ...
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