I don’t care. Not for me. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. I drew upon every skill I had ever learned in battle in 199 her tournaments. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe.
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