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every emotion beneath a calm, placid surface. From this moment on, I was eighteen-year
sponsible for teaching etiquette to the young ladies. She was rigid and severe, but
e would be a
open impatiently as I
leather boots stopped in front of the opening. Mrs. Gable's voice
ly adopted a frightened, hesitant posture, my eyes darting to the magnificent man
assessing me. The "unsophisticat
my carefully measured voice tinged wi
ir. I guessed she hadn't expected me to
ly referred to her as "that old w
s. Gable's voice hel
nt... they told me about you. They said you were the most respected Elder o
held out a gloved hand. "According to protocol, you should be assisted f
er hand, jumped down, and was immediately labeled "rude a
ate. I placed my cold han
en. She clearly hadn't e
eful and steady, each step conforming to the strictest aristocratic etiquette. These were ski
shment in her eyes. She had probably expected a clums
ho taught you?" she
ewoman. She taught me what little she could." I offered a
at me had changed completely. The scrutiny and disdain w
succeeded in
respects to the Matriarch, Lady Beatrice,
own me any warmth in my past life, only to be disappointe
er the bowing servants. Their faces held a
d me and the few young servants who had
, but I quickly regained my compo
eye. A man in a senior servant's uniform was roughly
g crashed to the ground, the
nd, about to slap the
ice was not loud, but it was
e, including the man with
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