The guest quarters on the east side of Dreadmoor Citadel were, to say the least, dazzling. Genevieve leaned her head against the cold glass, divided into the angles, with a huge arched window, completely ignoring the tension radiating from the center of the room. She barely touched her carefully manicured finger, the delicate golden arabesques sculpted in the stone moulding. Meu Deus, the aesthetics of this place were simply perfect.

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