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22

Winter has come. Deja looked at the world behind the magic glass and smiled. Snowflakes fell and swirled, gleaming in the sun. There was silence in the bedroom: Aznar left before dawn, but Bery slept very soundly, hugging one of the soft pillows. Trays of the remnants of supper were piled on the table, and tall bottles of red glass smelt sweetly and cloyingly of wine.

Deja walked over to the man and touched the smooth, golden skin on his back. It was so nice to stroke her, the girl could do it endlessly. Stroking the skin and combing long red hair. Beria frowned in his sleep. Fooling around, the princess pulled a red strand towards herself. Smooth and thick hairs glided pleasantly between the fingers. Smiling at her thoughts, the girl began to weave a small, narrow pigtail.

-Deya? - the man woke up and his eyes quickly became meaningful. - What are you doing?

-Will you show me the city? She had already spent two weeks in the castle, but she had not seen anything but this room. Two wee
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