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CHAPTER NINE
“You seem to be deep in your thoughts…” Morrigan looked at Colfre’s eyes through their reflection on the mirror. She couldn't help but fidget with her fingers that are now resting on her vanity. She noticed that Colfre wasn’t wearing his flexible armor, only his black inner clothes that hugged his physique. He has his arms crossed in front of his chest, staring intently at her. Even he was studying her. “You’ve been lost in your thoughts ever since we traveled back from the border, what is it that's bothering you?” Morrigan closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh, she let the train of thoughts that had been bothering her come together for her to calm down. When she opened her eyes it drifted to the family portrait displayed in her room. Her eyes soften as she stares at the portrait. “All of you are dismissed, Colfre you stay,” she ordered to all the guards and maids waiting for her. The maids bowed and leave her room. After
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