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-Are you okay? - Beria looked carefully and calmly. Of course, he had already been told about the incident on the walk.

"I'm fine," Deja gently stroked the raised scar that adorned his left cheekbone. The same was on the neck. - With me and with the children.

The princess thought how much he had changed since their first meeting. How I learned to keep a mask in front of strangers. It's like he's grown up a few years.

Yes, she has changed a lot since then. Who was she then? A poor girl who was scared to death of the Markats and dreamed of returning home. She wouldn't trade harsh Emberg for the Anmar capital now. The golden city was far away and in memory seemed like a ghostly vision. Like all past life.

He and Beria settled down in a round living room in one of the towers of the castle. The walls of this room were decorated with a painting depicting a chain of snow-capped mountains. Four bodyguards remained on guard at the door: two inside, two outside. Shawls, along with other servant