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The sound of the music barely stayed afloat above the sea of the multitudes of conversation. How very typical of Graendal. It was not difficult to locate their hostess as the two women stepped into the main room. A sea of faces and many that Semirhage knew personally. It would certainly be an interesting evening.
She was dressed in a high-necked silk gown of the deepest black with a full skirt. Taller than most men, Semirhage towered over the woman by her side. None would question her decision to wear such a simple gown. Only in the lowest of whispers would they even dare conjecture as to why she always wore black.
The very slightest of smiles blossomed on Semirhage's face.
She was dressed in a high-necked silk gown of the deepest black with a full skirt. Taller than most men, Semirhage towered over the woman by her side. None would question her decision to wear such a simple gown. Only in the lowest of whispers would they even dare conjecture as to why she always wore black.
The very slightest of smiles blossomed on Semirhage's face.