Vorenus stood straight as any standard, his face a hard, impassive mask. Wrapped in his finest island clothes, worn but clean, his body thrummed with carefully contained energy, his sword a shining silver where it hung from his side, glittering in the noonday sun. His hands did not tremble, though his fingers were wrapped tight in fists,
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At the knock on the door, Isabel crossed to it at once, smoothing the sides of the dress she'd been requested to wear. Opening the door, she found herself unable to stop from smiling when she saw how rigid Lucius was standing. "Hello," she greeted.
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He recovered himself quickly however, and extended his hand to her. Within it was a single white flower.
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The first thing you need to know is that a woman makes her own decisions.
"Ah," he said, blinking again. Then, "Thank you." Stepping over the threshold, Vorenus remained quiet, awaiting her next move as he might have awaited orders.
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