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“Nydfara.”
Scyld froze. A thousand thoughts passed through his mind in that moment as he slowly turned around. He could not read her tone. Was she upset? Angry? Cold? Neutral? Curious? What did she want?
But Scyld was nothing if not quick with words. “Lady Rowenna,” he said, smiling and slipping back to his wonted half-ironic manner. Up close, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He forced that thought away and bowed slightly. “Allow me to welcome you back to Scarburg.”
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