“What do I care for gossip?” said Andromeda, walking on down the corridor, pulling him along with her.
“Your father is on his way here. It might reach his ears when he arrives.”
“How many times must I tell you I don’t care about your title? Besides, my father is already fond of you, remember? I’m certain he’ll give you a knighthood if you want it.”
“He may not if he...
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