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“The same to you, Serenhart. I’ve come to invite you for tea and to discuss the plan for the subjugation,” the princess replied calmly. Just then, Tim appeared from the tent. “Are you making a move toward the prin—” Serenhart quickly cut him off, lowering his head respectfully. “Forgive my guard, Princess. His manners are poor, but his heart is good. Please pardon him.” Princess Solvayne chuckled softly, and Serenhart felt his face flush, a warm sensation spreading through his chest.