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What brings you here, Mistress?" Karandy asked, curiosity overriding everything else.

He was kneeling before her. He can't stop wondering what the King's mistress is doing here. Visiting him.

He isn't a privileged person, he is lowborn. The King's mistress shouldn't be anywhere near him at all, but here she is, in his small living room.

She was looking around the house, but she looked in thought. Her big beautiful corset covered the floor she stood on, sewed with so much lace and glistening with diamonds.

She smelled of money. Power. Privilege. Everything he has always wanted.

"Do you know the slave called Danika?" She asked him at last, her eyes coming to rest on his face.

Just at the mention of her name, anger infused Karandy. Of course, he knows that bitch of a woman. That whore tha