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Inayah sat on the seat before Salem’s study table, staring at the thick bound book before her.
Lycan mythology.
Salem had given it to her as basic reading material, the start to their first few days of literacy and lectures had gone rather roughly. Not because Salem was a tough teacher, in fact he was rather patient and willing to repeat material for her.
But Inayah just loathed reading. She hated writing even more.
Evenings had once been her favorite time but after Salem introduced education hour, she constantly glanced at the clock overhead, wishing that time would slow to a lumber. She would rather spend the day polishing silver, scrubbing the floors or stripping off curtains - hell she would rather do all Mathilde’s chores without so much of a whine, than sit down and read.
The activity was rather tedious.
Salem did not make it easier with his sterness, though for the most part he was either playing his violin or reading a bo
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