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Chapter 40

Auteur: bluemorose
last update Date de publication: 2023-03-27 02:43:10

Ana found herself in a difficult situation. Her father being the most significant cause of her turmoil. But that was not the only issue. Ana was faced with a completely new problem.

Ana was used to being the recipient of attention. In her court, she was the main attraction. She was Empress, though, so it made sense.

But Nochten's attention was on rules. There was a silent way of reservation and decorum in her approach. If not out of custom, it was practiced out of respect.

In Dawny, however, An
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