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Chapter 83
Camilla’s POV
The introduction to the King was a perplexing but wholly necessary engagement. It required a low bow, a simpering tone and the wearing of a ceremonial gold chain about my waist that marked me out as an incubus's property. In principle, I objected to all of these things, but Maya's advice was prescriptive.
"If you do not allow Lazuren to introduce you in this way, then the King will consider you available to... fulfil his own needs."
And while I had idly considered the prospect of indulging myself with one of the many incubus soldiers that lived in the castle barracks, the hurt that I knew this might inflict upon Lazuren had always prevented me from entertaining the idea for too long. A tryst with his father was altogether out of the question. (Although, if I had had any ideas of this sort, they would surely have evaporated upon meeting him!)
The feast to welcome the King had already begun as Maya and I followed Lazuren to the banquet h
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