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Vetta turned to her when they walked far away. "It's Courting Week. You're in your bedroom while the king summons his slave to sate his hunger every night. He prefers his slave to you, and this is your week. Tell me you do not feel disrespected."

"I feel very disrespected." She conceded softly.

That's something. Vetta nodded in satisfaction, "It's very bad for him to treat you