“Apologies… Lady,” he wheezed, then pecked her cheek before he suffocated.
The woman smiled and let him drop, then curtsied gracefully to Seba. “You are welcome as always, Master Nile,” she said in a soft, melodic voice.
“And grateful for that privilege, my Lady,” Seba said, bowing as he would have before a Prince.
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